Chapter Four
I woke up the following morning to the sounds of Sally bustling about my room. To my sleep-befuddled mind, it looked very much like she was packing.
“Sally, what are doing?” I croaked out.
She startled with a little screech, dropping the stack of petticoats in her hands. “Oh, Miss, you nearly scared the wits out of me.”
I sat up further. “I’m sorry, but what are you doing?”
“Why, I’m packing, naturally.” She gave me a tremulous little smile. “Shall I get you some tea or chocolate, or perhaps you might prefer a bigger meal this morning? Yes, I imagine something more substantial would be a good idea. You never know when we’ll be able to stop on the road.” She bent over to pick up the items she’d dropped.
“I feel as if I’ve missed something. Why are you insisting that we l
