Hearts In The Highlands

“Skinned knees always hurt. The trick is not to let on to the ladies.” He winked in their direction. “Come on, let’s show the others what a brave fellow you are.” Draping an arm around the boy’s shoulders, Reid urged his nephew forward. He turned to Miss Norton. “I’ll take him to the kitchen and get him cleaned up if you take charge of the other two.”

“Of course, thank you. Come along, Timmy, Lisbeth.” She took them each by the hand and directed them back to the house.

Timmy resisted. “I don’t want to go back yet.”

She pulled him gently forward. “Your mother might be getting ready to leave.”

Lisbeth tugged on her other hand. “I want to stay outside, too.” Timmy took advantage of Miss Norton’s inattention to break away from her and dart toward the middle of the square.

“Timmy!” The single word stopped the boy in his tracks. Timmy stared round eyed at Reid’s sharp tone. “Take hold of Miss Norton’s hand if you don’t want to feel the palm of mine on your backside.”

Timmy debated for only an instant. He dragged his toes in the dusty path but he didn’t disobey. As soon as he was at Miss Norton’s side, he gave her his hand and put the thumb of the other in his mouth, staring at his uncle as if he’d suddenly sprouted horns.

As they walked toward the house, Reid said to Miss Norton, “Don’t let them forget who’s in charge.”

She gave him a quick look. But she said nothing, only pressed her lips together and looked down at the ground. “Yes, sir.”

Wondering if he’d said something wrong, he walked alongside her and the children in silence to his aunt’s house. He’d been only trying to help. Had he offended Miss Norton in some way?