With pink cheeks and a nervous smile, Flora nodded at Mr. Fudge before casting a glance over her shoulder. What could be the harm in a little taffy, even if it meant wandering about? There were adults everywhere and she was just a child—wasn't that what she'd spent the last half an hour preaching about?
"Let's go," she agreed before they presumably ran off.
"Let's go," she agreed before they presumably ran off.
