DISCLAIMER: I do no own Dr. Quinn just my character. Enjoy.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

Dorinda was putting her hair up when she heard a knock on her door.

"Come in." She called.

Mrs. Quinn entered the room, "May I have a word with you?"

Turning to her, "Sure you can."

"The holiday's are over and I know that Colleen leaves next week and you will too. Things get a little quiet around here sometimes. Since all my kids are grown and moved out and my husband having passed away. What I am really getting at is, would you like to stay a little longer?" Mrs. Quinn folded her hands in front of her.

"Seriously? I always thought you didn't care for me much." Setting the brush down that was in her hand.

Looking off to the side then back to Dorinda, "I didn't at first, but you've grown on me. So, would you like to stay awhile longer or not?"

"I don't know. What about Daniel?"

"If he has spared you this long, a few more weeks couldn't hurt."

Smiling, "You know, you're right. I'm having fun here and I would love to see more of Boston."

Dorinda wrote Daniel after she told Colleen she was staying a few more days. Daniel was doing paper work when Sully stopped by.

"Letter came for you. Told Horace I'd bring it by." Handing it to him.

"Thanks." He said as he opened the letter.

Leaning against the wall, "What does it say?"

Folding it back up, "Says Mrs. Quinn invited Doe to stay longer and she is going too."

"That's nice of her." Sully said.

"Sure is. She must be having fun." Daniel went back to his paper work.

Mrs. Quinn and Dorinda saw Colleen off. Later that day Dorinda was reading in her room when Mrs. Quinn entered.

"We're going out for dinner if you do not mind." She told her.

"Not one bit." Looking up from her book.

Smiling, "Good, be ready by six then." Leaving the room.

When they reached the restaurant, they were met by Mr. Clark and his son Samuel. She immediately rolled her eyes and didn't care who saw. Mid way through the meal Dorinda realized that Mrs. Quinn and Mr. Clark kept trying to pawn Samuel on her.

"I hope you don't mind me excusing myself. I suddenly don't feel well." Dorinda gotten up.

"Here, let me take you home." Samuel stood as well.

Brushing his hand away, "I believe I can make it back myself."

Standing still, "No, I insist."

She didn't feel like arguing now so she let him take her home. He even made sure to walk her to the door. To make sure she made it alright, he told her. She was asleep when Mrs. Quinn returned home.

The next day Mrs. Quinn was already downstairs eating breakfast when Dorinda stood in the doorway.

"I just want to say thanks so much for your hospitality, but I'm leaving."

Looking up form her plate, "With what money? You barely have enough to get yourself anywhere."

"I'll figure it out. But I'm not going to stay here as you try and pawn me off to Samuel Clark." Crossing her arms.

Wiping the corners of her mouth, "Mr. Clark came to me. He said that you were the only women he has shown interest in. So he asked for my help, I did not see any harm in it."

Rolling her eyes, "Geez, didn't you tell the man I'm with someone?"

"I figured it was not so serious if you agreed to stay here longer." Rising from her seat.

"I felt sorry for you. You said things get quiet around here so I figured you were lonely or something. So I thought I'd be nice and keep you company a little while longer. After all you were nice enough to have me for the holidays."

"I do not need your pity."

Throwing her hands up, "Of course. How about I make you a deal? If I can find someone and get Samuel interested in some girl, can I leave then?"

Mrs. Quinn went over to Dorinda, "If you can do that, I'll pay for your way back to Colorado Springs."

Dorinda tried everything in her power to get him interested in quiet a few girls. They were walking back from a party one night.

"What was wrong with that girl Betsy?" She asked.

"She had a weird laugh." He told her.

Groaning, "It so wasn't. She was sweet and adorable. So your type."

Looking at her, "What is it about me you do not like?"

She stopped and turned to him, "It's not that I don't like ya. This isn't my thing, I don't belong here. I belong where I can get dirty and hurt, where I can work for a living. Instead of being waited on hand and foot. You more clean cut, fancy looking, not get your hands dirty. And you need someone who will worship the ground you walk. I'm sorry that isn't me."


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