Mary Shawley was standing at her small cookstove, stirring a pot of soup when her sons blew in the door. She heard them close it, and smiled. They were very conscientious when it came to keeping the cold out and the heat in, as much as possible.
“We’ve brought a surprise!” Henry exclaimed happily, and his mother turned to see a wide smile on his face.
“Have you? How very nice.”
Henry looked to Edmund, who nodded, and then began to unbutton his coat and pulled two small bags from them. “Chestnuts!”
“Still warm,” Edmund added, putting a hand to one bag to make certain.
That doesn't tell us a lot about Mary, but there's only so much you can put in eight to ten sentences. There is more below, if anyone cares to read on.
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Mary was torn between delight and dismay. “How did you…?”
“A customer who had luck in business and wanted to share his good fortune,” her elder son explained, and went to give her a kiss on the cheek. “No need to worry, Mother.”
“He bought a bag for each of us,” Henry put in, “but Edmund said we should share a bag, and that way you and Beth could as well.”
“Most generous of you, and most kind of the man.” Mary told him with a smile. “Why don’t you call Beth?”
Henry went to do just that but stopped a moment and turned back. “Can we eat the chestnuts before supper?”
“They are best warm,” Edmund added his voice to the request.
“Very well.” She had said it with an air of reluctance, but truly she was almost as excited as the boys were and their sister would be. It had been more years than Mary knew since she’d had hot or even warm chestnuts.
“Bethie!” Henry called up the stairs. “We have a surprise! Come at once!”