Roberta: Bride of Wisconsin (American Mail-Order Bride 30) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Kirsten Osbourne
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, Saga, Family Life, Western, Short-Story, Religious, Christian, Inspirational, Bachelor, matchmaker, Marriage of Convenience, Wisconsin, Faith, widower, victorian era, independence, Forever Love, Single Woman, Fifty-Books, Forty-Five Authors, Newspaper Ad, American Mail-Order Bride, Factory Burned, Pioneer, Single Father, Deceased Wife, Thirtieth In Series, Problems, Two Boys, Differences, Loveless Marriage
Konrad in particular. "How can I help you then?"
"I need this water dumped out, and more water from the pot on the stove added to it, with a bit of the soap."
Konrad hurried to help her, dumping the dirty water out the back door, and coming back in to add the hot water, and some of the lye soap to it. "Is that good?"
She nodded, dipping her cloth into the water and getting back to work.
"I'll go to the basement and get some of the strawberry preserves to go on the biscuits," Konrad said, hurrying away.
Lukas continued to stand below her, still watching her. "The kitchen looks almost like it did when our real mutter was alive," he finally said before leaving the room quietly.
Bobbie wasn't sure if she'd just been insulted or complimented, but she decided to take it as a compliment. Why get offended over something that an eight year old boy said? There was no point.
Chapter Three
She'd just taken the biscuits out of the oven when Jakob got home from work. He frowned as he walked through the downstairs parlor and back toward the kitchen. Had the woman done nothing while he'd worked? As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, the smells from dinner and the fresh clean smell of soap hit his nostrils. The kitchen looked like someone had removed the old one and built a fresh new one. He'd begun to wonder if it was even possible for the kitchen to be clean again with the way he and the boys had abused it, but there it was, looking as good as ever.
"The kitchen looks good. You're a hard worker," he told her, hoping she would be as complimented as he meant her to be.
"Did you think I'd spend all day sitting around in your filth?" she asked, setting the biscuits atop of the stove before piling them together on a plate and putting them on the table. "I'm not that kind of woman."
She put butter from the icebox onto a plate before she called the boys down to eat. While she was waiting, she put stew into each of four bowls and set them on the table, pouring milk into a glass for each of them.
He sat at the head of the table, so she immediately went to the foot. The boys ran into the room, and Konrad's eyes lit up when he saw the fluffy biscuits. "Are they good?" he asked her, his voice low and full of awe.
"They should be. I try not to make inedible things." She didn't mention that she'd burnt her first three batches of biscuits because she had always gotten distracted and gone off to do other things. She had more patience now, though, and she stayed in the kitchen to wait for the biscuits to be done. Never had she been so thankful for the hours of cooking lessons she'd received from Sarah.
Both boys took a biscuit, added butter and jam, and set it on their plates. They looked at their father expectantly.
He bowed his head and said a prayer. When he finished, the boys practically fell on their food. "Biscuits are delicious!" Konrad announced, eating the first half in one bite.
Jakob grinned at his son, reaching for a biscuit of his own. "I guess they're edible after all," he said with a wink toward Roberta. She wrinkled her nose at him, annoyed that he'd thought she would sit around all day while he worked.
"It's going to take me several days, maybe several weeks, to get the house where it needs to be," she said. "If there's mending that needs to be done, I'd appreciate it if you would bring what needs to be fixed to the kitchen after supper, and I'll start a pile. I can work on the mending when I need to sit down for a few minutes."
"We'll all do it right after supper," Jakob promised. He was thrilled to see the way she'd jumped in and started working. He'd meant to tell her to wait and get started working on Tuesday, but he'd not thought of it until he was back at work, and he was unsure of whether he should come back to talk to her. "You should take a day off to rest after your long journey."
Bobbie glared at him. "I have no time to rest. Have you actually looked at this house? It's going to be all I can do to get
"I need this water dumped out, and more water from the pot on the stove added to it, with a bit of the soap."
Konrad hurried to help her, dumping the dirty water out the back door, and coming back in to add the hot water, and some of the lye soap to it. "Is that good?"
She nodded, dipping her cloth into the water and getting back to work.
"I'll go to the basement and get some of the strawberry preserves to go on the biscuits," Konrad said, hurrying away.
Lukas continued to stand below her, still watching her. "The kitchen looks almost like it did when our real mutter was alive," he finally said before leaving the room quietly.
Bobbie wasn't sure if she'd just been insulted or complimented, but she decided to take it as a compliment. Why get offended over something that an eight year old boy said? There was no point.
Chapter Three
She'd just taken the biscuits out of the oven when Jakob got home from work. He frowned as he walked through the downstairs parlor and back toward the kitchen. Had the woman done nothing while he'd worked? As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, the smells from dinner and the fresh clean smell of soap hit his nostrils. The kitchen looked like someone had removed the old one and built a fresh new one. He'd begun to wonder if it was even possible for the kitchen to be clean again with the way he and the boys had abused it, but there it was, looking as good as ever.
"The kitchen looks good. You're a hard worker," he told her, hoping she would be as complimented as he meant her to be.
"Did you think I'd spend all day sitting around in your filth?" she asked, setting the biscuits atop of the stove before piling them together on a plate and putting them on the table. "I'm not that kind of woman."
She put butter from the icebox onto a plate before she called the boys down to eat. While she was waiting, she put stew into each of four bowls and set them on the table, pouring milk into a glass for each of them.
He sat at the head of the table, so she immediately went to the foot. The boys ran into the room, and Konrad's eyes lit up when he saw the fluffy biscuits. "Are they good?" he asked her, his voice low and full of awe.
"They should be. I try not to make inedible things." She didn't mention that she'd burnt her first three batches of biscuits because she had always gotten distracted and gone off to do other things. She had more patience now, though, and she stayed in the kitchen to wait for the biscuits to be done. Never had she been so thankful for the hours of cooking lessons she'd received from Sarah.
Both boys took a biscuit, added butter and jam, and set it on their plates. They looked at their father expectantly.
He bowed his head and said a prayer. When he finished, the boys practically fell on their food. "Biscuits are delicious!" Konrad announced, eating the first half in one bite.
Jakob grinned at his son, reaching for a biscuit of his own. "I guess they're edible after all," he said with a wink toward Roberta. She wrinkled her nose at him, annoyed that he'd thought she would sit around all day while he worked.
"It's going to take me several days, maybe several weeks, to get the house where it needs to be," she said. "If there's mending that needs to be done, I'd appreciate it if you would bring what needs to be fixed to the kitchen after supper, and I'll start a pile. I can work on the mending when I need to sit down for a few minutes."
"We'll all do it right after supper," Jakob promised. He was thrilled to see the way she'd jumped in and started working. He'd meant to tell her to wait and get started working on Tuesday, but he'd not thought of it until he was back at work, and he was unsure of whether he should come back to talk to her. "You should take a day off to rest after your long journey."
Bobbie glared at him. "I have no time to rest. Have you actually looked at this house? It's going to be all I can do to get
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