As soon as I had cleared away we all left to walk to Church. It was a lovely fall morning, warm with the late September sun and I knew I looked right smart in my Sunday best. Ma had made a special dress for me to wear to Church so with my hat perched on my black curls and my skirt swishing around my black lace-up boots, I felt just right.
I thought that I would manage quite nicely at Uncle John’s, Will had smiled at me this morning, and I was not so anxious as before. I nodded pleasantly to the people we met on our way to worship together, thinking I am now one of the towns folk and tomorrow I will get my dearest wish to go to school.