Amelia's Journey by Martha Rogers Read Free Book Online Page B

the evening, but another young man, Stephen Armistead, would have that privilege tonight. At least Mrs. Killingsworth was known for her dinner parties and the food would be good. In addition, her daughter, Isabella Killingsworth, had been a good friend at school.
    They arrived at the Killingsworth home and alighted from the carriage. Papa grasped Mama’s elbow and ascended the short steps to the entry. Amelia followed close behind. The house windows glowed with gaslights throughout the rooms. The low hum of conversation filled the foyer as they stepped inside.
    Mrs. Killingsworth greeted them right away. “Mr. and Mrs. Carlyle, so nice to see you.” She nodded to Amelia. “Isabella and the other young people are waiting in the drawing room. Dinner will be served soon.”
    â€œThank you. I’ll join them. If you’ll excuse me, Mama, Papa.” She left them talking with Mrs. Killingsworth and another guest.
    The drawing room had been cleared of all furniture except for chairs lining the walls. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out onto a terrace that was lit with oil lamps and candles for strolling in the fresh air later. Space had been set aside for a stringed ensemble that would play for dancing after the dinner, and cloth-covered tables would hold punch and pastries to enjoy during that time.
    She headed for a group of young people at one end of the room. Isabella turned to greet her as she approached. “Amelia, my dear, come and join us.”
    Stephen stepped forward. “Ah, my lovely dinner partner has arrived.”
    Isabella handed her a dance card. “As you can see, Stephen has already claimed three numbers with you.”
    â€œThank you, Isabella.” She smiled at Stephen. “It’s nice to see you, Stephen.”
    An arm encircled her waist. “I thought you’d never get here.” Mary Beth leaned close and whispered, “I don’t know anyone except Isabella, and I’ve only just met my escort.”
    Amelia hugged her friend. “Don’t worry. You’ll do fine.” She turned to Stephen. “Have you met Mary Beth Haynes from Kansas? She’s returned to Boston for the season and is staying with her grandparents.”
    â€œYes, I’ve had the pleasure. I do hope you will save a dance or two for me later this evening, Miss Haynes.”
    A handsome young man with sandy hair and blue eyes stepped up. “After I’ve had my spots filled in, there may be one or two left for you, Armistead.” Andrew Farnsworth extended his hand. “Shall we, Miss Haynes? I believe dinner was just announced.”
    Amelia observed the exchange with delight. She desired for Mary Beth to find a proper young man here and perhaps even marry and stay in Boston. Either Stephen or Andrew would be perfect. She grasped Stephen’s elbow. “I’m looking forward to dinner and chatting with you.” She cringed inside because she wasn’t being completely truthful. The food yes, but sitting with Stephen, not really.
    They entered the opulent dining room where a crystal gas-lighted chandelier lent a golden glow to the surroundings and created a sparkle in the crystal and silver appointments. Mr. and Mrs. Killingsworth had spared no expense in entertaining for their daughter. Stephen held her chair until she was seated then slid it slightly forward.
    After the blessing of the meal, conversation flowed and course after course of delectable food appeared before the guests. Stephen spoke beside her, but nothing that needed her rapt attention. She replied when necessary and smiled. How tempted she was to slide off her shoes under the table, but Mama and Papa would be humiliated were she to be discovered. Pinched toes were all a part of being entertained during this season.
    Her mind wandered to Kansas and what Ben would be doing at this hour. No doubt he’d be having dinner with his family. She pictured him in his home with his parents