Miss Harris didn’t inspire the slightest interest. Ruth, on the other hand...
He glanced one last time into the dress-shop window, only to see Ruth staring at him, a stunned expression on her face.
* * *
Sam had a wife. Or a girl.
Ruth looked away the moment his gaze landed on her, but she’d seen his dismay. Not only was he married, but he also didn’t want her to know about it. If he hadn’t wanted to keep his wife a secret, he would have told Ruth about her. He’d had ample opportunity. He might have mentioned he was married when she invited him to church. Any decent man would, and she’d thought him thoroughly decent.
Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he wasn’t married. Maybe that woman was a mere acquaintance. Except she didn’t look like an acquaintance. The pretty woman hung on his arm, her head practically against his shoulder.
Feeling slightly nauseous, Ruth sank onto her stool. What had she been thinking? Daydreaming was more like it. She took a deep breath and chased away the disappointment. Rich men did not look twice at poor, plain women. This incident proved that fact. At least she’d discovered the truth before introducing him to Jen. No wonder he’d hesitated to accept her invitation to Sunday worship.
With a clatter, Jen and Minnie burst into the shop.
“Did you see that?” Jen said as she plopped onto one of the wooden stools opposite Ruth. Minnie took the other.
Ruth couldn’t discuss this calmly, so she began pinning together the panels of the blouse that she had just cut. “I can’t imagine what you mean.”
“Your Sam helping that woman.”
“He’s not my Sam,” Ruth said. “He’s simply a new acquaintance.”
“He’s more than an acquaintance, silly goose. He looked for your approval before helping her.”
“What he does or doesn’t do is none of my concern.” Ruth smoothed the tricky voile before matching edges and pinning.
“I thought you liked him,” Minnie said.
“He’s a pleasant gentleman.”
“Pleasant?” Jen snorted. “That’s not going to get his attention. If you like him, you have to go after him. Let him know how you feel.”
“Go after him? You must stop listening to this modern-girl nonsense. Nice women do not chase after men.”
Ruth reached for another pin, but Jen yanked the pincushion away. “She’s not his girl.”
“Who’s not whose girl?” Ruth motioned for the pincushion.
Jen moved it farther away. “That woman. She might like your Sam, but he’s not the least bit interested in her.”
Ruth dropped her hand to the tabletop. “How do you know?”
Jen grinned. “He called her ‘Miss Harris.’ He was only helping her because she’d hurt her feet in those ridiculous shoes. If you ask me, anyone who wears such impractical footwear deserves to get blisters.”
Ruth felt such relief that she didn’t bother to scold her sister for her lack of compassion. Sam had addressed the woman formally. That meant... “She must work with him.”
“That would be my guess.” Jen leaned forward to whisper. “It leaves the door open for you.”
As always, heat flooded Ruth’s cheeks. “I am not pursuing a man. I—I couldn’t.”
“That’s where we come in. In fact, we’ve already set things in motion.”
Ruth stared at Jen. “What have you done?”
“Nothing much.” But Jen’s impish grin said otherwise. “We just talked to Beattie and came up with a plan. What you need is a pretty new ball gown, one that will catch Sam’s eye.”
“A ball gown? For me?” Though she secretly longed to someday wear a fancy gown, the stack of unpaid bills came to mind. “I’d rather spend the money on Daddy’s treatments.”
That sobered Jen for only a second. “We’ll use leftovers, scraps. You can work miracles with fabric. You design the gown. We’ll help put it together. But we have to do it quickly.”
“Why?” Ruth wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.
“There’s a dance at the Grange Hall next Friday,” Minnie replied.
“A dance?” Ruth did not dance. “I couldn’t.”
“Dances are the perfect place to meet men and get to know them,” Jen insisted. “There are lots of people around, so it’s not at all risky.”
That might be the case for Ruth’s sisters. Every one of them danced beautifully, even Jen. Of course! Jen. Ruth’s clumsiness could provide just the excuse to bring Sam and Jen together.
“I’ll go if you go,” Ruth said.
Jen paused. She seldom attended dances. Minnie was the one who loved them. “Me?”
“Yes. All of us. If we’re going to do this, then it has to be all of us.”
Minnie agreed right away. Jen looked uncomfortable but made the sacrifice. Now all Ruth would have to do was get Sam and Jen together on the dance floor. Her job would go easier if they’d already had a chance to talk. The hubbub following the church service might not be the ideal time. She needed another venue.
The Highbottom family walked past the shop carrying a heavy basket. The children raced ahead, eager to get to their destination. Judging from the blanket Mrs. Highbottom carried and the basket in her husband’s hands, they were headed for the park. Perfect.
Ruth gave her sisters an encouraging smile. “Tomorrow would be a good day for a picnic, don’t you think?”
“A picnic? Why?” Jen stared at Ruth as if she had lost her mind, but then her lips slowly curved back into a grin. “You invited Sam, didn’t you?”
“Not yet. But I will at church.”
“He’s coming to church with us?”
“I hope he is. He said he would try to attend.”
“Perfect.” Jen set down the pincushion. “You can ask him to the dance then.”
“Ask him?” Ruth’s plan had just backfired. “I can’t do that.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll be right beside you, won’t we?” Jen glanced at Minnie, who nodded.
“A woman does not ask a man to a dance.”
“Then suggest it. Talk about it, leave him the opportunity to invite you.” Jen leaned forward and rolled the pincushion between her hands. “Don’t worry. Sam likes you. He’ll take the bait.”
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