Rebecca took the invitation and acknowledged both people, "Mister Orr, Miss Orr."
Having listened to what the man had said, Rebecca smiled, "I believe my husband has mentioned you." She didn't need to tell him that it was only in regards to who ran the post office while Charles had been telling her who's was who and what was what in Kalispell. There was no other mention of the man or his family, so the request of her son Charlie to attend a birthday party came as a surprise.
"Thank you for the invitation. Although I can't speak for my son as I am not sure if he will be in town on the day as he works at Lost Lake Ranch. As you would know that is some distance from town but I will be sure to give it to him the next time I see him which should be in a day or two."
Rebecca thought about what Crabbe had told her. She couldn't tell if he was lying or not but what he said had an element of truth, but she did find out something. Bridget was another young lady that was left to her devices and had no real guidance in social manners. There were times she wished having the right social manners didn't matter but unfortunately if you wanted to be accepted by the general population you had to know them.
As for Crabbe, she would quiz Ben about him later when they were in private. Her nephew might be able to tell her more about his character so that the next time she encountered Crabbe, she would be able to distinguish the truth from the lies.
Seeing that there was no more to be said until she had more information and was able to work out a plan, she decided that it was time go. "Well, thank you Mr. Crabbe for enlightening me about Bridget's situation but I must be going, I promised to visit the president of the ladies society and have lunch at her home."
She turned to Bridget, "It was lovely meeting and I do hope we can get to know each other better."
"I certainly agree that Miss Arabella Mudd has a lively imaginative. I have no doubt what she says has an element of truth but the need to exaggerate could be very worrying for her guardians. If she's not careful, her stories might get her into trouble one day."
Rebecca watched in mild surprise as Bridget ate her cake. It was all right to do that sort of thing in private if you wish to do so but in public it was not appropriate. An idea had begun formulating in her head but she needed to think it about more before she divulged it to a total stranger. She had to find out what type of man and what his exact living conditions where Bridget was concern before she could approach him.
"Mr. Crabbe, am I right in guessing that you are the sole income earner and if this is case, how does Bridget fare when you are at work? Does she go to school?"
Rebecca sighed as she watched Arabella go off in a huff. The girl needed help and so did Bridget, who was now asking about some cake.
Matt smiled and went off to get some for her and that only left Rebecca and Ben to look after Bridget. Seeing no real chance for escape, Ben sat down in the chair that had been vacated by Arabella. "Well, Aunt Rebecca now you've met two of Kalispell's young ladies, what do you think?"
Looking over to Bridget, she smiled, "Mr. Wentworth is getting your cake...it won't be too long." She then turned to Ben, "What I think is that some young ladies in Kalispell need help."
"Help in what way," Ben asked, partially suspecting what the answer would be.
"Oh, in just the rudimentary things such as social etiquette," she mused, "I have feeling that Arabella is only the tip of the iceberg." She neglected to mention Bridget as she didn't want to alarm the poor girl who seemed content waiting for her cake to come.
OOC: MIght be a good time for Crabbe to turn up to collect Bridget...or soon after she has had her cake
OOC: Like I'd let you off that easily!
Rebecca raised an eyebrow and looked over at Ben and Matt who had come over during Arabella's second speech. Ben was amused to find that Crabbe had even though he had tried to start up a whore house he had been thwarted. Personally, he had never had to pay but he knew men that would and Crabbe had always sought to find a way to make them.
Meanwhile, Matt just shook his head slightly and roll his eyes as he listened. Since he was used to Arabella's ramblings, he just enjoyed them for what they were...colourful story-telling. A part of him thought that he should have warned his mother about Arabella but then he didn't expect them to meet so soon.
As she looked through the photographs, Rebecca frowned. What sort of man was Crabbe to exploit two innocent girls like Bridget and Arabella. Bridget, the poor thing, saw it as probably a kindness since he did save her life in a way but as for Arabella, the child acted like she knew everything but in reality knew very little at all. Again, she made a mental note to address this when she spoke to Arabella's mother.
Handing the photographs back to Arabella, she decided to ask her about her family. Even though it would probably come with another long speech, Rebecca wanted to know who they were and why they would let their child pose for somebody like Mr. Crabbe. "How about you, Arabella? How long have you been in Kalispell?"
As soon as Arabella began telling Bridget's story, Rebecca regretted asking. Even though it was amusing in one way, in another it was very long winded. It was obvious that Arabella had no idea of the concept of less is more. She wondered how much the child's mother had neglected to teach her.
Bridget, however, was a different matter. No matter how Arabella had embellished the story, there was truth behind it . Whoever was looking after Bridget was also neglecting to teach her how to behave in public. Even though she wasn't a stickler for proper behaviour, Rebecca knew that if both girls were going to get along in the world, they needed to learn the rules. She made a mental note to make sure she talked to both Arabella's mother, and Bridget's guardian.
Remembering that Arabella had mentioned the name of Bridget's rescuer (Was he now her guardian?), she mentally braced herself for another verbal onslaught, before asking both girls, "And what did Mr. Crabbe do after that?"
Rebecca raised an eyebrow at Arabella's question. The girl was very straight forward and not very discrete. Shaking her head slightly, she replied, "No my husband does not keep me locked up. I only arrived here a few days ago and it is Mrs. Wentworth not Mrs. Double-yuh"
She motioned for a waitress, who promptly appeared. After requesting two more cups and a fresh pot of tea, Rebecca turned to Arabella, "We won't be having beef tea as that isn't really tea but a very good quality loose leaf tea from China."
As they waited for the tea to arrive, Rebecca wondered why both of the girls had ended up in Ben's company. She wanted to ask Ben, but he had gone over to talk to Matthew, so she had no choice but to ask Arabella, as Bridget, the poor thing, seem to be incapable of speaking for any length, which in itself was a good thing. Hopefully, Arabella would show some constraint in replying but somehow Rebecca knew this wouldn't happen.
Upon further reflection, Rebecca decided not to find out how they came to meet Ben, instead she opted to ask Arabella and Bridget about their families. Maybe she could meet each of the girl's mothers and find out what type of homes they came from. "While we wait, perhaps you could both tell me how you came to be Kalispell?"
Mature Content: No
With: Rebecca Wentworth; Arabella Mudd and Bridget Monahan (and Matt Wentworth and Ben Simons) Location: Dining Room When: First Week of May, 1876 Time of Day: Sometime between 11am and 11.30am
“You wouldn’t believe how much money she’s got in her account now, thanks to them little visits!” she added, informatively.
Rebecca did all she could to keep a straight face as Arabella enthusiastically told her about her sons and husband. This girl certainly had a lively imagination even though some of what she was saying was grounded in truth. She knew husband very well and knew those visits weren't that libidinous as Arabella was making it out to be. The colourful descriptions however did bring a smile to her face.
"Well, Miss Mudd, I thank for letting me know about my sons," Rebecca leaned forward a little and said in a sotto voce tone, "They can be very secretive at times."
She looked at Bridget and gave her a warm smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Monahan."
Turning to Ben, she looked at him a little impatiently, "Would you please kindly, seat the young ladies so that we can get better acquainted."
Ben who had been trying to school his own features as he listened to Arabella, nodded once and promptly help the girls to their seats. After they had been seated, Rebecca smiled again, "Now, would you both like to join in a cup of tea? I find the brew my son has selected to serve here, very palatable."
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