Charity frowned at his reassurance and decided that she ought to bring them anyways. She never knew when she'd come across a man selling peanuts or sweet apples out on the streets. She loved sweet apples. She slung her satchel around her shoulders and patted the front pocket to ensure she hadn't been mistaken.

Her thoughts of peanuts and apples were disrupted by her Uncle's announcement. They were going sailing. "You mean... on a boat? I didn't think they allowed little girls on sailboats; I might fly right off," she protested, her brows furrowing as a look of concern overtook her face.

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