CHAPTER FIVE A Fireside Tale
CHAPTER FIVE A Fireside Tale
"Hello, Mary!" said Augusta. She kissed the old woman on her wrinkled cheek.
With the firelight on her face, Mary seemed to glow.
Her warm, snug cottage was the opposite of the Big House.
It smelled of damp leaves and moss, bread and chocolate.
Firelight danced on the earthen floor and stone walls.
Rain dripped through the roof, pinging into a couple of tin buckets.
"And who do we have here, Miss Augusta?" Mary asked.
"Two poor chi
