A Mother in the Making

by Gabrielle Meyer

  “Of course—”

  “Then it’s settled.” Miss Maren sipped her soup once again.

  He hadn’t given permission—but one look at Lilly’s face, and he knew his daughter loved the idea. How could he say no? “Fine.”

  “Who will you invite?” Lilly asked.

  Miss Maren dabbed at her mouth with a napkin. “Anyone I think who would make a good match for...” She paused.

  Lilly waited for a moment and then asked, “A good match for what?”

  Again, Miss Maren looked unsure if she should say something, and John was growing weary of this conversation. “You and Lilly may discuss your plans away from the dinner table.”

  Miss Maren’s green eyes sparkled in triumph—until Laura grabbed her spoon and splattered red soup down the front of Miss Maren’s delicate gown.

  Maybe now she would understand why practical clothing was needed in his home.

  John waited until Miss Ernst helped clean up the mess, and then he spoke again. “After supper I’m going to the hospital. I probably won’t return until it’s time to bring the children to church in the morning. See that they are put to bed by seven thirty. If you have any trouble, ask Mrs. Gohl or Miss Ernst for assistance.”

  Miss Maren took Laura’s hand off her buttered bread, a sigh on her lips. “I’ll do my very best.”

  He hoped her very best was good enough.

  * * *

  Marjorie’s head dropped toward her chest—but she snapped it up and blinked her burning eyes several times to stay awake. She needed to use this time as she listened to the sermon to study the ladies in the congregation. Maybe one or two might be suitable for Dr. Orton.

  Her eyes started to droop again, but she fought the exhaustion and lifted her head.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dr. Orton glance at her—but if it was with sympathy or disapproval, she couldn’t tell.

  She sat between Lilly and Charlie on the family pew, with Laura asleep in her lap. Dr. Orton sat beside Lilly, with Petey on his lap.

  Though Marjorie tried, she could not keep her eyes open. Laura had woken up at least half a dozen times through the long night, demanding Marjorie’s attention. Marjorie’s only consolation had been the knowledge that Dr. Orton was at the hospital and could not hear his daughter fussing. Surely he would have been angry that she didn’t know how to quiet the baby.

  Now Laura slept peacefully—and Marjorie wished she could join her.

  The pastor droned on and on...

  Lilly poked Marjorie in the rib and whispered, “You fell asleep.”

  Marjorie’s cheeks flamed with heat. What would Dr. Orton think of her, falling asleep in church when she should be listening to the reverend?

  She readjusted her position, trying not to disturb Laura. Her neck and back ached, but she dared not try to rub out the knots.

  The sermon finally ended and they rose for the closing song.

  Marjorie stole a look around the crowded church. Colorful stained-glass windows allowed a muted light to fall on the congregation, and she was happy to see so many young women in attendance. Surely someone in this room would make a good wife for her employer.

  Dr. Orton’s gaze lingered over the congregation, as well. Was he also surveying his prospects? He had an advantage over Marjorie, since he already knew which of these ladies were single.

  The final song ended, and the family moved out of the pew. Marjorie turned just in time to see Mrs. Scott marching up the aisle, pushing aside anyone who stood in her way.

  Marjorie couldn’t hide her groan.

  Mrs. Scott pointed her finger at Marjorie. “What kind of example are you? Falling asleep in church.”

  “Laura was awake all night—”

  “Excuses, excuses—”

  “Laura is teething,” Dr. Orton said in Marjorie’s defense as he stepped out of the pew with Petey in his arms. “And Miss Maren was put to work immediately after her long journey. I imagine she’s exhausted.”

  Marjorie blinked up at him in surprise. He wasn’t angry at her lack of propriety during the service?

  Mrs. Scott appeared to ignore Dr. Orton as she turned to the young woman walking up the aisle behind her in a black mourning gown. “Dora, what is taking you so long?”

  The young lady looked exactly like the picture Marjorie had seen of Anna Orton, although Miss Dora Scott was probably ten years younger than Anna.

  “Hello, John,” Dora said with a gentle smile. She put her gloved hand under Lilly’s chin, her cheeks filled with a healthy glow. “Hello, dear.”

  Lilly wrapped her arms around her aunt’s waist, and Petey reached for her from Dr. Orton’s arms.

  Dora took the little boy and snuggled him close.

  “It’s nice to see you, Dora.” Dr. Orton smiled at his sister-in-law.

  Dora turned her pretty blue eyes to Marjorie—eyes the exact shade of the children’s. “And you must be the new governess, Miss Maren.”

  Marjorie extended her hand and Dora took it. “I’m pleased to meet you,” Marjorie said.

  “We’re going to have a tea party.” Lilly clapped her hands. “And Miss Maren has said I will help her plan the whole event.”

  “How nice,” Dora said. “You will have such fun. I love tea parties.”

  “A tea party?” Mrs. Scott tsked. “How utterly ridiculous. Whoever heard of a governess hosting a tea party? What will people think, John? It would be one thing if you had a wife in the house to act as hostess—but the governess? People will think she’s taking on the role of mistress of your home.”

  Marjorie’s chest filled with embarrassment. “I have no such intentions—”

  “John, think of your reputation!” Mrs. Scott said. “Even now the ladies in the church are looking at this woman with disdain.” Mrs. Scott looked out the corner of her eye and lifted her nose. “I think it’s disgraceful.”

  Marjorie’s eyes grew round and she opened her mouth to protest, but Dora laid her hand on Mrs. Scott’s arm.

  “Mother, no one thinks such things.” Dora smiled at Marjorie. “I think it’s wonderful that you are teaching Lilly how to be a hostess. I, for one, would be honored to be a guest at such a fine party.”

  Marjorie glanced at Dr. Orton to gauge his reaction to Dora. His demeanor had softened at her arrival. He watched her with a mixture of affection and appreciation.

  “Of course Lilly will invite you to her tea party,” Dr. Orton said.

  Lilly looked up at her aunt and grinned. “You’ll be my guest of honor.”

  “What a wonderful privilege.” Dora squeezed Lilly’s shoulders. “I shall take great care with my appearance that day.”

  Dr. Orton took Petey from his sister-in-law’s arms. “You always look beautiful.”

  Dora looked up at Dr. Orton, her eyes shining. “Why, thank you, John.”

  Marjorie glanced between them. Was he considering Dora for his next wife? It wouldn’t be uncommon for him to marry his wife’s sister—but Marjorie could already tell she was too much like Anna. Gentle, soft-spoken, compliant...

  Mrs. Scott glared at Marjorie. Could she discern Marjorie’s thoughts?

  “We must be off,” Dr. Orton said. “I was at the hospital all night and I need to sleep before my shift tonight.”

  “You’re going back to work so soon?” Marjorie asked.

  All eyes turned to her.

  “Of course he is,” Mrs. Scott said. “My late husband was at the hospital more than he was at home.”

  Marjorie wasn’t surprised.

  “With the pandemic, we’re overburdened and understaffed,” Dr. Orton explained. “I will be working long hours. It’s one of the reasons I hired you to—”

  “Don’t you dare explain yourself to her.” Mrs. Scott wagged
her finger at Dr. Orton. “She’s your employee. Dora would never question you.”

  The blush in Dora’s cheeks turned crimson, and Dr. Orton cleared his throat. He nudged his children toward their grandmother. “Say goodbye.”

  Charlie, Lilly and Petey obediently kissed her wrinkled cheek, and then Dr. Orton and Dora began to walk down the aisle.

  Mrs. Scott put her hand on Marjorie’s arm and stopped her. “I saw the way you eyed up John and Dora.” She narrowed her eyes, and her hand tightened on Marjorie’s arm. “I’m warning you not to intrude on their budding romance—do you hear me? John needs a woman like Dora, and the children need her, too.” She looked Marjorie up and down. “You, on the other hand, are completely unnecessary.”

  Marjorie clenched her jaw. No one had ever talked to her in such a manner. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Mrs. Scott.”

  “It’s clear you’re only here to secure John for yourself. I’m sure that’s why his mother sent you.”

  Marjorie opened her mouth to deny the claim, but Mrs. Scott interrupted her.

  “I’m watching you—don’t think you’ll get anything past me.”

  Laura began to stir in Marjorie’s arms and she put the baby to her shoulder and bounced. Would Mrs. Scott discover the reason she had fled Chicago? There had been so many rumors flying about. Would they believe the lies? And if they did, would Dr. Orton allow her to stay, or would he put her on the next train out of town?

  She swallowed the lump of apprehension growing in her throat. “Good day, Mrs. Scott.”

  Marjorie walked down the aisle to join the Orton family, refusing to glance over her shoulder to see if Mrs. Scott was still glaring at her.

  She needed to focus on meeting the other ladies in the church. If she only had until the end of the year with the Ortons, she had a lot to accomplish.

  Dora turned to Marjorie. “Since you’re new to town, would you allow me to introduce you to some of my friends?”

  “Oh, would you?” Marjorie couldn’t hide the appreciation from her voice.

  “I’d be happy to.” Dora took Laura from Marjorie’s arms and handed the baby to Dr. Orton. “You go ahead with the children, John. Mother and I will bring Miss Maren home later.”

  Dr. Orton’s face was lined with fatigue, but he took the baby without complaint.

  “Maybe I should go home with Dr. Orton and allow him to rest instead,” Marjorie said, torn between meeting potential brides and offering the doctor a bit of a respite after a long night of work.

  “Sundays are your day off,” Dr. Orton reminded her. “The children and I will be fine.” A yawn overtook his last word and he shook his head in embarrassment. “Pardon me.”

  Dora linked her arm through Marjorie’s and led her away from Dr. Orton and the children before Marjorie could protest further.

  Marjorie glanced behind her and met the blue eyes of all four children. She experienced a strange mixture of relief at having a few moments to herself—and sadness at being away from them.

  What an odd feeling.

  Chapter Four

  John switched on his desk lamp and glanced out the window. Soft snowflakes fell from the gray sky and landed on the cluster of tall Norway pines just outside the hospital. Usually he didn’t like the onslaught of winter, but this year was different. Hopefully the cold air would force people to stay inside, and they could keep the influenza from spreading. Just this morning they had lost another patient, this one a young man who had recently returned from France after surviving an injury on the battlefront. He had died at the hands of the flu—and on the very day the world was celebrating the signing of the armistice, which had formally ended the war.

  It didn’t seem fair.

  A knock at the door brought John’s musings to an end. “Come in.”

  Nurse Hendricks opened the door. Bags hung beneath her light brown eyes, and her round face looked pale against her white cap. Though she had not contracted the flu, the constant demands on her time and energy had done damage to her health. “Your last patient has arrived. Shall I show her in?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Nurse Hendricks nodded and then slipped out of the room, quietly closing the door. She had been at the hospital almost around the clock serving in any capacity she was needed.

  John scanned the list on his desk. He had quickly come up with ten characteristics he wanted in a wife—and he was chagrined to realize the first six were a direct result of his two days with Miss Maren.

  He tapped his pencil against his oak desk and leaned over the page, squinting as he scrutinized each item.

  Practical

  Experienced with Children

  Modest

  Sensible

  Cautious

  Levelheaded

  Caring

  Wise

  Patient

  Reasonably Attractive

  He flipped his pencil over and poised the eraser above the last item. Did it matter if his second wife was attractive? He did not intend to have a marriage in the traditional sense, but he was smart enough to know he would be married for a long time, and it might help if his wife was pleasing to look at.

  He started to erase the last line but lowered the pencil. What would it hurt to keep it on the list? He was the only one who would see it.

  The door squeaked open and John flipped the paper over. He stood from his desk just as Nurse Hendricks led Winifred Jensen and her four young children into his office.

  The widow’s weary face matched the anguish in John’s heart. “Hello, Mrs. Jensen.”

  “Hello, Dr. Orton.” Winnie offered John a nod, but no smile turned up her once jolly mouth. She had been a good friend to Anna, and John had been a good friend of her husband, Calvin. The two couples had spent many happy hours together picnicking along the banks of the Mississippi River and riding through the countryside in John’s Model T.

  He would ask how she was doing, but he detested the platitude he so often received from well-meaning friends and neighbors. It was plain Winnie was not doing well since Calvin had died of the very same disease that had taken Anna.

  Instead, he smiled at the twin boys he had helped deliver just four years ago. They wore identical gray coats and stared at him with identical hazel eyes. Even their freckles, which covered their nose and cheeks, were almost identical. How Winnie could tell them apart was a mystery.

  But it was the two toddlers she held on her hips that drew John’s attention. Another set of identical twins had been born to Calvin and Winnie two years ago. Girls. Their cheeks were rosy and flushed with apparent fever. Was it influenza?

  “Please have a seat.” John indicated the wooden chair across from his desk and took the chart Nurse Hendricks held out for him. He opened the file, expecting to see the girls’ names. Instead, it was Winnie’s name listed there.

  He glanced up at her and quickly assessed her outward appearance. She didn’t look feverish, just worn down and filled with grief. Her jet-black hair had lost its shine and her brown eyes were lined with premature wrinkles. According to her chart, she was just twenty-five years old, but Calvin’s death had aged her.

  Nurse Hendricks took a seat just behind John, her hands busy with rolling bandages. She always stayed in the room with John when he saw a female patient, even ones he considered a friend, like Winnie Jensen.

  “How may I help you today?” John asked.

  The two boys stood on either side of their mother, watching John closely. Winnie set one of the girls on her feet, but the child began to fuss. Winnie sighed and picked her back up. She looked at John and her chin began to quiver. “Something terrible has happened.”

  John laid his forearms on top of his desk and leaned closer. “What?”

  Winnie’s face crumpled and she dropped her head, great s
obs shuddering through her body.

  John rose, his instinct to heal coming to the forefront of his actions. “Nurse, could you please bring the children to a different room while I speak with Mrs. Jensen?”

  “Of course.” Nurse Hendricks rose and lifted first one girl into her arms and then somehow managed to take the other. “Come, boys, I will show you where the cook keeps the cookie jar.”

  One of the boys willingly went with Nurse Hendricks, but the other watched his mother cry, his own eyes filling with tears.

  John took his clean handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to Winnie, then ushered the second boy out of the room, closing the door softly.

  He turned back to his friend. “Winnie, what’s the matter?”

  He hated to see her in such distress.

  She looked wretched as she bent over, her body shaking. “It’s awful! I don’t know what I will do.”

  John took his chair from behind his desk and brought it out to sit in front of her. He took her hand in his. “Are you sick? Is there something I can do for you?”

  She looked up, and her brown eyes were awash in tears. “I didn’t know where else to go. I have no family in town, and I have no money to travel back to Rhode Island to be with my father. I’ve been living on the kindness of neighbors and the church, but I don’t know how much longer I can rely on them.”

  John rubbed the top of her hand. “Slow down and tell me what happened.”

  The tears began again and she put her face into the handkerchief. “I’m pregnant.”

  John sat up straight. “Pregnant?”

  “I’ve been denying it for months. I suspected it when Calvin became sick—but I didn’t have time to think much about it after he died—” Her sobs choked off her words.

  John moved his chair so he was sitting beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. He couldn’t imagine if Anna had been left to care for their four children. At least she would have had her mother and sister. Winnie was all alone.

  She clutched his hand, her eyes wild with fear. “What if I have another set of twins?”

  John patted her shoulder. “Don’t borrow trouble, Winnie. You must take everything a day at a time. If you don’t, you won’t be able to bear it.”