Margaret and the Annoying Boy / Chapter One
"At last!" Margaret Beth Welter sighed, as she stooped down in their soon to be garden at her and families new house they just got settled in. She pulled out a stubborn weed from out of the dark brown soil, she threw it to the side. Her wide brimmed flowered hat shading her face from the hot spring sun, with a couple of strands of her golden brown locks.
It was the long year of 1835. She and her mother and father, and servants had just moved to the state of Virginia. They wanted for their only daughter to go to a school nearby in town, who would accept girls. And her parents also decided, that they wanted to have a nice size plantation, so they moved onto a nice size of land, and house.
Margaret glanced up, as she heard the sound of horses hoofs coming to a stop, and a sound of wheels being dragged along. There was a carriage in the driveway, coming to a halt. A middle aged man jumped down, along with a boy, appealing with light brown colored hair. He helped a young girl down, with ringlet blond hair. And then he helped a light brunette middle aged women down from the carriage, as the middle aged man, tied the horses' reigns to a hitching post.
After the two adults, and girl and boy went to the front door, out of sight from Margaret's view, she could hear their new house keeper, Kathleen, call, "Margaret child! Your mother wants you in the parlor! We have guest!"
Margaret quickly stood up, and wiped her hands against her white apron, then quickly took it off, and hurried to the back door, nearby, carrying her apron.
Once she was inside, she handed her apron to Kathleen, whom stood there waiting. Margaret also quickly took off her straw hat, and handed it to Kathleen.
"Hurry to the parlor now." The tall slender dark haired housekeeper quickly reminded her.
"Yes, ma'am." Margaret quickly replied, as she straitened her green dress. She smiled at the housekeeper, then quickly went down the corridor, and stood in front of the open French doors, leading to the main parlor.
"Come on in, dear. I would like you to meet our next door plantation owners. The Anderson's." Margaret's mother told her, from inside the room, as she sat on a settee.
Margaret shyly nodded, walked inside the room, and over to the two adults and their two children.
"Hello, Miss Margaret. Your mother has told us a little bet about you." Said the women, as she sat on a settee, drinking tea.
"Hello, how do you do, Mrs. Anderson?" Margaret curtseyed. The women nodded, as she smiled.
"I am, Mr. Anderson." Said the middle aged man. "And these young ones, are- Henry and Truly. Our two children." He said.
Margaret quietly glanced at the boy and girl sitting down on a couch next to their father and mother, shyly drinking tea. Henry had sandy brown hair with deep brown eye's.
"We moved to Virginia to start a plantation and hoping I can go to some sort of ladies boarding school, once we've got things settled on our new plantation."
"Awe-" said Mr. Anderson. He turned towards his son and daughter, and said, "Henry, and Truly, this is Mr. and Mrs. Welter's daughter, Margaret, our new neighbor girl."
The tall handsome boy stood up immediately, and smiled. "Hello. Very nice to make your acquaintance." said Henry with a broad smile. "I'm am, of course, my father already told you, Henry Anderson. And this is my little sister-"
"Truly." Interrupted the girl. Her blue eyes sparkling, as she smiled at Margaret. "I'm Truly Anderson. I'm ten years old. How old are you, Margaret?" She asked.
Margaret smiled. "That's a very interesting name! Oh, I am only fourteen years of age." She turned toward Henry. "How about you, Henry?" She asked him.
"Oh, I'm fifteen years old." He told her.
"My, my! Isn't that nice? We're all pretty close in age!" Margaret exclaimed, she sat down on a chair next to Truly.
"Darling, would you like some tea?" Mrs. Welter asked from across the room. "I'll ring up for Betsey to
pour you some."
"Oh, yes, I would love some. But I can do it my self. Thank you" Margaret replied, she stood back up, and went over to the tea cart, and got a tea cup and saucer, and poured herself some mint tea. She sat back down, and took a sip of the hot liquid.
At that moment, Margaret heard some one come in through the front door. Their negro maid, Betsey was saying, "Right ober heah, Mista Welta', in de parlor."
"Thank you so much, Betsey." Replied Mr. Welter.
A moment later, he appeared at the door way of the fancy parlor. He had dark Black hair, and was about in his early fourties
. He smiled broadly, and said, "Hello, dear Margaret. I was just out talking to our new caretaker, Job." He looked over at the guest and asked his wife, "Darling, I see that we have our first guest! Who may I be addressing?" He threw his wife a teasingly wink.
Mrs. Welter fluttered her golden brown eye lashes, and smiled, as she said, "Honey, these are our next door neighbors, the Anderson's. They had just heard that we moved in, and brought us some cheese and bread. And I offered them to stay for a while for tea. And to meet you and Margaret." She explained.
"Well, let me introduce myself, my name is, Michael Welter. Of course, you already know that I'm Liz Welter's father-I mean, husband." He blushed, as he glanced at his wife.
Mrs. Welter scowled at him, and said, "Your not that old, darling. Stop teasing me like that, I know you did it on purpose."
"Awe, yes, you caught me. Any way, who are these young ones here?" He asked, looking over at Truly and Henry.
"Oh, yes, these are our two children- Henry, and Truly. Henry's fifteen, and Truly's ten." Mrs. Anderson said to him.
"Well, hello you two." Mr. Welter said, smiling at them. "Just around Margaret's age." He grinned at Margaret. "Nice to have children your age. Huh, Margaret?"
Margaret nodded, "Yes, of course it is." Mr. Welter looked at Mr. Anderson. "Well, you must be Phil Anderson, I reason?" He said.
"Yes, I indeed am." Replied Mr. Anderson.
"Well, would you like to go walk around out side, maybe to the barn, with me, Mr. Anderson?" Mr. Welter asked.
"Yes, of course, I would. You can just call me Phil. That's my first name." said Mr. Anderson.
"Alrighty, Phil, then, let's get going." said Mr. Welter.
Mr. Anderson rose, and kissed his wife on the cheek, and went along with Mr. Welter. The two men went outside. And then the real conversations began…
Margaret's mother and Mrs. Anderson quickly got engrossed into a conversation about the town. So Margaret decided to break the awkward silence between her, Henry and Truly.
Margaret opened her mouth to say something, but Henry spoke first.
"So, Margaret, what kind of live-stock is your family planning on raising here at your new plantation?" He asked her.
"Horses, chickens, and cows, for sure. And we're going to start growing cotton, I think; we're planning on hiring some workers to do that. And we are already starting on a garden, and a orchard." Margaret explained.
"Sounds much like our plantation." Commented Truly with a slight smile.
"Yes, almost seems like your copying ours." Henry told her.
Margaret didn't know if he was teasing or not, so she replied, "We have never even seen your plantation, Mr. Henry Anderson! For your information, do you know where we were before we moved here?" She started to get a little angry, as she tightened up in her chair.
"No. Where?" asked Henry, calmly with a glimmer in his eye's.
"We lived up in the mountains. With my grandmother. But-" she paused, sadly, then went on, "Then she-she past on . And our whole family lived close to her, so we had no reason to stay up there. My father always wanted to live on a plantation, and so did my mother. And I'm starting to think- / do also."
"I hope you don't mind me saying so, Miss Margaret Welter, but- What on earth is your point?" Henry rudely interfered.
Margaret had not come across such a rude boy in her entire life!
"Hank." Truly interrupted, as she noticed it was turning into an argument. "Mother and Mrs. Welter are glancing our way. Please, stop you two." she pleaded.
Margaret and Henry looked over at the two women sitting across the room, they were looking at them, then turned their heads, and continued on with their own conversation.
Margaret turned back to Henry, and said, "Now, Henry Ruderson!"
Henry frowned, and tried to speak, but Margaret spoke louder, and didn't let him.
"Your just a annoying and rude boy! My point is, by the way, is- Well, I don't even want to say it anymore! You have no respect for my dead grandmother!"
She suddenly noticed she was actually shouting, as her mother loudly said across the room, "Margaret Beth Welter! What on earth are you talking about? What makes you speak to our guess in such a rude manner? And what do you speak of my mother, that would make you offended?"
Margaret's heart sank. She didn't want to even mention her grandmother in front of her father or mother. They we're so hurt by her death. "Mother, I-1 just-" She began hesitantly. She glanced at Truly and Henry. Truly was looking at her black buckled shoes. And Henry had a blank face, and was watching Mrs. Welter.
Margaret finally blurted it all out. "Mother, me- me and Henry had a sort of a argument, I guess you'd say." She told her. "But I did not start it, mother!"
She told her mother what she and Henry said to each other, that started the argument.
Mrs. Welter looked at Mrs. Anderson speechless. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Anderson. But I guess you and your family should go. No hard feelings, but I have to talk to my daughter about politeness and respect and honor." She looked over at the three young people.
"I understand, Liz. I have to make it to town before noon, anyway, so the mail man will send my letter to my sister in New York." said Mrs. Anderson, she rose from her chair, and called to her two children. They both slowly walked over to their mother, and she whispered to them some thing, that Margaret couldn't hear from where she was sitting.
Before she knew it, Henry Anderson walked over to her, and held out his hand. "Please accept my apologies, Miss Welter. " Henry said, still extending his hand. "I am truly sorry for what I had said. You are right, it was my fault. I started it. I admit. But I didn't mean to offend you, Miss Margaret. I was only trying to give you a hard time"
Margaret tried to act stubborn, she stuck her nose in the air, and looked him right in his deep brown eyes. "So, you do admit that I was right, huh?" She asked him.
He looked back at his mother, standing by the parlor doorway, then looked back at Margaret. He nodded.
"Well!" Margaret exclaimed. "Then I accept your apologies, Sir Henry." Margaret reluctantly said. She gave his hand a slight yank, with the tips of her fingers.
Henry then turned to leave.
After their family had left, Margaret sighed, as she took the last sip of her tea.
Ugh , / don't think I want them to be our next door neighbors. Margaret thought to herself. Henry's just a annoying boy!
Margaret was brought out of her thoughts, by her mother saying, "Darling, now that we're pretty much settled, almost; your father and I are trying to decide if we should send you to a ladies school, we're thinking, "Mane ladies school". We're not quite sure yet, though. But we applied there, and one of the teachers, named, Ms. Cochoe , is suppose to write back soon." Her mother explained.
Margaret looked up at her mother. "Oh that will be grand, mother!" She exclaimed.
But what she was really secretly thinking was: / won't tell Henry that I'm leaving, and when he comes to start a argument or to annoy me, I won't even be here! Ha! I'll see what he'll do after that!