“I wouldn’t know, but you certainly have a Scottish look about you.”
Honor blinked. “Do I?”
He grinned. “With all that long auburn hair and those honey-brown eyes, I would say so. Rose of Sharon is the name of a flower that grows in Mama’s garden. But did you know the Rose of Sharon is also mentioned in the Bible?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“The term is found in the first verse of the second chapter of Song of Solomon.”
“I don’t know much about the Bible.”
He glanced down at his boots again. “I see.”
“But if it’s there, I guess that explains where the name came from.” She wondered if he was surprised to learn that she wasn’t a Bible scholar? Could it be that he was disturbed to realize she wasn’t a churchgoer, either? He should have guessed how things were at her home by what Lucas had said and done at the cemetery.
“As I said, my parents were missionaries,” she continued. “Aunt Harriet said the Good Book was very important to them.”
The young pastor seemed to have disappeared into another void of silence. Had she revealed more than she should?
At last, Jeth looked up again. He smiled, but to Honor his expression seemed counterfeit.
“Mama and I have been talking,” he said. “We would like to offer you employment.”
Employment? Honor was shocked. Who would want to hire her to do anything? She started to sit up, then remembered the importance of modesty and slipped under the covers once more. “Why me?” she asked.
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