Flora had once again found herself in the middle of a crowd of strangers, and she was back to square one—or rather, square negative-ten, because she was much farther from her family then was when Mr. Fudge had found her! Fortunately, the foolish boy (she thought fondly, as she regretted leaving him the moment she realized how alone she was) found his way to her once more, and she gripped his hand as if he were her last life line.
With her other hand, she wiped her tears and then moved closer to him for fear that an especially boisterous adult would sweep her right out of his sight! It was irrational, but fear made her think the silliest of things.
"My Mama has dark hair like me, but she's much prettier—I've love to be half as pretty as she one day," she rambled through a hoarse voice. "My brother is taller than her, and looks much less like her, too. His hair is a little lighter and he's very thin," she explained, beginning to hiccup after each few words.
With her other hand, she wiped her tears and then moved closer to him for fear that an especially boisterous adult would sweep her right out of his sight! It was irrational, but fear made her think the silliest of things.
"My Mama has dark hair like me, but she's much prettier—I've love to be half as pretty as she one day," she rambled through a hoarse voice. "My brother is taller than her, and looks much less like her, too. His hair is a little lighter and he's very thin," she explained, beginning to hiccup after each few words.
