Effie blushed dark red at Hattie's comments about time, and rested her free hand on the bobbins, rolling the beads of the spangles nervously. "Tis God's will on the timing, I'm thinking, not ours." Though she'd certainly found great happiness in Jonathan's bed and arms... "Tis nature's way, that bairns often follow on the bedding." At least, between a man and a woman, from all she'd seen growing up, married or not.