“I…I don’t have another book to read right now. I reckon I will be reduced to reading the newspaper.”
Dave gave her a big smile. “I think we can remedy that situation for you, sis.” He nodded at Alfred, who jumped up with a delighted look on his face. “We’ve got something for you.”
Ella felt a bit of excitement. It was rare that she felt that way. She smiled wide and assumed she wouldn’t be reading the newspaper when she was done with Alice.
After a few moments, Alfred returned with a book wrapped in brown paper and a string. When he offered it to her, she took it and held it in front of her as if it were made of fragile crystal. “Oh, boys!” She said.
“Go ahead and unwrap it, sis!” Oscar said in such an excited voice; it was almost like it was his present she was receiving. She smiled at him.
“It’s not my birthday, boys, what is this for?”
“You are stuck in this house too much, Ella,” Oscar said. “You cook and clean up after us and do everything. We don’t want you to feel unappreciated.
“How could I possibly? It’s my job.”
“That’s just it, Ella,” Dave said, leaning forward. “It isn’t your job. It was mama’s job and papa’s job. Mama can’t do it, but papa shouldn’t have made you do it. He’s never going to get married again; that’s obvious. He will never get over mama. But he has made you into a housekeeper. You aren’t a housekeeper, and we want you to know we love you, and we’re grateful for you.”
Ella pulled in a deep breath of emotion. “Oh, thank you,” She whispered.
“Now will you please open that up so we can all see your face?”
She smiled so big; her cheeks were hurting from it. She felt tears come to her eyes but blinked them away so she could examine the book they had gotten her. She gently peeled back the paper, looking up every now and then at each of her brothers. They were watching her face.
When she had the paper off, she turned the book over to read the title. Her eyes widened, and she ran her fingers over the leather-bound cover. “Oh, boys! Oh, thank you!” It was a dark brown book, and the title was written in gold embossed letters. “A Study in Scarlet.” She read aloud. “By Arthur Conan Doyle. Oh, my. This is so beautiful!”
She got up and wrapped her arms around each of her brother’s shoulders. Each of them gave her a kiss on the cheek in return. “I can’t believe it. Such a nice looking book!” She sat back down in her chair and scanned the cover again, turning the book over one more time before opening it and flipping through the pages. She loved the scent of a newly printed book. She never cared if there was a tear or a mistake in the book. She was just glad to have it, as long as she could read it. “Thank you,” she said again.
“I’ve been thinking, Ella, about your situation here,” Dave spoke up. She looked at him. “You really want to leave, don’t you?”
She lowered her eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want to take care of you…”
“No more of that.” Dave lifted one hand and slapped it on the table, getting her attention. “We’ve already established that the three of us are no longer in need of your servantry.”
She pressed her lips together, trying not to tell him that servantry wasn’t a word. She understood his meaning.
“She’s not a servant!” Alfred said, resentfully, glaring at his brother.
Dave nodded. “Exactly my point, brother.” He looked back to Ella. “You aren’t a servant here. You need to go live in the West like you want to.”
“I just don’t see how that’s possible,” Ella replied.
“I think I know how you can do it.” Dave leaned further out over the table and pulled the folded up newspaper to himself. “I saw something in here that I want to point out to you.”
He snapped the paper open and folded it so that the small section of ads was displayed. He got up and strolled to Ella’s chair, leaning in between her and Oscar to lay the paper down on the table in front of her. She looked down at it and followed his finger when he pointed. She leaned forward to read it.
“A man in Nevada is looking for someone to come and help him raise his four sons,” she said, summarizing the ad. “You think I should…” She looked back up at him with wide eyes. “I…I don’t think I could do that! That’s so far away!”
“That’s what you want!” Dave said, encouragingly. “That’s your dream! Follow your dream!”
Ella looked back down and picked the paper up to look at the ad again as Dave went back to his seat.
“That’s an insane idea!” Oscar said, leaning over to read over Ella’s shoulder. “She can’t just up and leave like that. She doesn’t even know this guy. What if he’s some weird character or he’s violent or something?”