She allowed the older woman to take her hand and pull her along, not really have any better kind of solution than to follow the only adult she knew of at the moment. Surely she knew what to do. It had been Miss Fairschild's idea to find a match even if the I don't know was not all to comforting.

Miss Fairchild seemed to be on a hunt, but not, she judged, for matches as originally suggested. She didn't think she'd go around telling for a particular brand of matches and from the way the woman said the word, Melza judged Davinder to be a name - a strange one at that.

The farther they walked the more voices she heard, and her hopes picked up relative at the sounds of another adult and the younger Miss Fairchild.