Nettie had been having such a wonderful time. She was meeting new ladies and they were telling her so much about Whitby. It made her all the happier her uncle wanted to settle down there. She may or may not have talked him up a lot to them even if they didn't go to the church, they would give him a kind word on the street and help him feel welcomed.

Helen was wonderful in acting as a guide and mentor for her in places malachi couldn't completely fill. So she had suggested this class to help sharpen her skills before she opened her small at home business. And it was useful, she now had a handkerchief with a brilliant blood red flower like a crocus she wanted to give to him as thank you for all he had done.

When they came to the main room, another new acquaintance she'd been speaking to, stopped and looked at a gentleman who was sitting there looking quite relaxed. She thought perhaps he was a husband or courting one of the ladies, as he was handsome enough. But then she spoke and called him brother, sounding quite disappointed. She wanted to lighten the sudden heaviness in the mood, so she stepped forward to him and gave a little polite bow.

"Oh, Nisa 's brother? It is lovely to meet you. I am Nettie." She was going to offer her last name but it seemed so formal to what had felt so casual and fun just moments ago.