Chapter 5
My arm still hurt and I glanced down at the bandage and saw that no blood seeped through. The wound had begun to heal. The wagon that I rode in rocked up and down, with an occasional harder bump that would shake me out of my reverie. We had been on the road for a few days and Mrs. Radley sat next to me with Ruth, her youngest child, asleep beside her. Her willingness to leave her home without much of an argument spoke much to her strength.
She saw me awake and said, “Soon I will need to change the dressing on your wound. How do you feel?”
“Better.” I reached out my arm to her and took her hand. “You have been too kind to my daughter and me. I’m sorry for all the trouble that has befallen you.”
Mrs. Radley patted my hand. “You are welcome.” She held on to the side of the wagon
