Chapter 39
Week 13, Instructor Calendar December 1898
In America a woman can go anywhere and do almost anything without fear of insult. ~Mrs. John Sherwood
Concordia firmly suppressed a sudden urge to giggle as she crept close behind Miss Lovelace, who held the partly shuttered lantern. The five of them—plus the dog, which was David’s idea—circled to the back of the building, hunched low in the shadows, like some parody of a gang of burglars. It had stopped snowing at last, leaving a crunchy few inches underfoot. The wind was picking up. She pulled her dark hood closer to her neck and ears.
Miss Lovelace passed her the lantern. “Hold it up to the latch,” she whispered. Concordia did so as Miss Lovelace felt in her pocket for the file.
David leaned closer to look. “What are you doing?”
