CHAPTER 10
It wasn’t until she had almost reached Susie’s coffeehouse that Rory remembered she now had enough money to pay for a steam trolley, if she wanted. Although the last three months of ‘working’ for the Marchioness had been duller than ditchwater, the one benefit was that money didn’t run out. Rory was still struggling to get used to the concept of being flush.
In any case, there were few pleasures to match running on the roofs, and it was free. The air was still hot — it was hot year-round in Damsport — but the humidity had abated now that it was autumn, and there was even a little breeze.
Rory leapt from roof to roof, scaling up and down the slanted ones, running across the flat ones, admiring the city spread out around her. She still belonged here on top of the world — that m
