Flora jumped in surprise when he took a hold of her hand and began tugging her. She helplessly followed him, nearly stumbling over a few bumps on the path but altogether remaining upright—luckily. She hardly wished to make a fool of herself in front of Mr. Fudge, and doing so in public would only make it worse!
"Do you know where you're going?" she asked, only slightly exasperated. She was even farther than where she'd lost her family to begin with, and they'd likely gone off in the other direction. She would hate to be one of those long-lost children from her storybooks, even if they did eventually find their families; being an orphan was a poor and dirty life. (But that was silly, she tried to remind herself. It wasn't as if she didn't know her own name!)
"If you get us in trouble, I'm never ever talking to you again—ever." She was huffy and puffy, but she wanted to see her Mama again! Even the agitated Merriweather would be a sight for sore eyes!
"Do you know where you're going?" she asked, only slightly exasperated. She was even farther than where she'd lost her family to begin with, and they'd likely gone off in the other direction. She would hate to be one of those long-lost children from her storybooks, even if they did eventually find their families; being an orphan was a poor and dirty life. (But that was silly, she tried to remind herself. It wasn't as if she didn't know her own name!)
"If you get us in trouble, I'm never ever talking to you again—ever." She was huffy and puffy, but she wanted to see her Mama again! Even the agitated Merriweather would be a sight for sore eyes!
