"Well then, in that event, I shall most certainly stand corrected, when all of that happens. Yes-siree-bob. And a grand day that will be!" He stated, as much as he realized that just might be some time in the future as the railroad was still quite a way off, the hospital, perhaps by the next spring, if all went well. The orphanage, that would be dependent on the train.

Arabella laughed "Hey, I guess you'll have to print another one o' them there retraptions!" she gurgled, remembering the retraction he'd had to print about the very excellent part she had played in the Lutz-Redmond wedding. It had been a sore bone of contention between them at the time, but they could look back and laugh about it now. Well, at least she could.

"Oh well, I guess I'd best be taking these lil' old handbills to Lorenzo." she sighed. Just when you were getting settled into a nice chat with somebody, there was always work, work, work to do instead.

He did admire her enthusiasm however, wish more of the community were so inclined, and if so, what that might mean for it's growth. "It has be a nice Chat, Arabella, indeed, a nice exchange. Please, tell Mister Crabbe I send my best wishes."

Instead of replying, she dropped a funny little curtsey, blew him a kiss and flounced out of the door like she was exiting a stage, in proper theatrical mode.