“My suit of clothes and yer petticoats, which I carry under my arm, are for a very special event.”
“And what might that be?”
Daniel stopped walking and turned to face me. “Goodwife Solart, ye would make me a very happy man if ye would consent to marry me and wear the petticoats I had made for ye to wear at the ceremony.”
My jaw had dropped.
“I needed a new suit for the occasion,” he continued, “and I did not want ye to decline my offer because ye lacked suitable clothing for the event.”
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