Sam came out of the washroom in his waistcoat and vest.
Sam: Do I look all right, Miss Stacey?
Stacey: Absolutely, Sam.
Primrose came out then, in her knee britches and blouse, (as she had shed her skirt long ago) but her long curls were brushed.
Prim: Can we go now, Papa?
Sam grinned.
Sam: Not yet, Tiny Rose. We need to wait for Mister Frodo.
Suddenly, though she wasn't sure why, Stacey got a sick feeling in her stomach.
Stacey: Lord, whatever happens, please protect these little guys....
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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