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Show 196 said little Benny as the door closed. As Hyrum's whirlycart jerked along the winding roadway, Lathrop noticed the faces of each in his family who were quietly taking in the last looks of their London home. Not even Samuel spoke. The mystery of Elise's sudden change of heart would have to remain a mystery. Like the rest of the family, he too looked fondly at the familiar cottage homes that lined the streets. In all the days ahead, he would remember the heath of Yorkshire, but with no more fondness than he would remember his small London home and his sweet life with Hannah. The carriage gave a hard lurch as it met a great rut in the road. Still it moved on. The family members looked at one another . This too would be a memory. Who would've believed that such a ponderous, jolting, springless thing would be the means of carrying his family beyond the horizon to freedom. ***** The minute the door was closed, Elise fairly flew to the cookstove and started a fire. She chopped onions and'potatoes more rapidly than ever she had. In seconds they were in the fry pan starting to cook. She found a pair of old pants belonging to Benny and set them' down on the chair. Then she fanned the flame of the fire and stirred the potatoes and onions. |