“Do you live close?”
 
 “Close enough.”
 
 Sarah looked at the flames in the fireplace. It was mesmerizing. “I am just trying to figure out what I can do about the farm.”
 
 “What would you like to do?”
 
 “I’d like to keep it. It is the only thing I have left from my parents.”
 
 “Then keep it you shall.”
 
 Sarah snorted. “If it were only that easy.”
 
 “Why isn’t it?”
 
 “I have a neighbor that wants to buy the property and the tax collector saying they will sell it if I can’t come up with the funds.”
 
 “Tsk. Such a shame that they would run you off your property like that.”
 
 Sarah nodded vehemently. “Yes. That is exactly what is happening.”
 
 “I know laws have changed, but where I lived before, if the man died then all property reverted to the first male heir.”
 
 “Unfortunately, I’m the only heir right now.”
 
 “In that case, it should go to your husband.”
 
 “As if I have one of those?”
 
 “You aren’t married?” Mrs. Pennyworth blinked behind her large glasses.
 
 Sarah shook her head. “No. I doubt I ever will be.”
 
 “Why ever not?”
 
 “No one here would have me. My sister received all the attention. Then there was plain Sarah in the background.”
 
 “Harrumph. Those men don’t know what they are missing. I bet you like animals.”
 
 “Of course.”
 
 “What kinds?”
 
 “All of them.” Where was Mrs. Pennyworth going with her questioning.
 
 “I bet you are the kind to take an animal in and care for it, if it gets injured.”
 
 Sarah laughed. “My father said that he built the barn just for my stray collection.”
 
 “I bet you would do the same for people.”
 
 “What makes you say that?”
 
 “You came rushing out to get me from the rain and cold.” Mrs. Pennyworth fixed her skirt and then placed her arms towards the fire once more. “Only a person with a kind heart would do that.”
 
 “I guess so.”
 
 “I saw markings on the side of your barn.”