Chapter 9: Mina's StoryDarkness was fast closing over the sky when they finished the evening chores and emerged from the springhouse, MacDonald carrying about a quart of milk. “The wee lassie likes her treat ere we go to bed after a special day.” He smiled at Lorenz. “Mayhap ye twill like it too.”
Lorenz followed him to the kitchen where Mama was working. His belly was still full from the midday meal and the sweets they'd eaten before leaving. The hat and extra trousers that MacDonald had insisted on buying seemed treat enough to him, and he sure wasn't fond of milk.
Mina pounced on her father as they walked into the kitchen. “Papa, can we have some choc-o-lat?” Her tongue may have twisted over the long word, but her eyes were shining in anticipation.
“Aye, my wee one. I twill fix us al
