Stolen Breeches

“I imagine you miss your family and friends back in Yorktown,” said Felicity. “And I’m sure they miss you, too. If I loved someone, I could never let him go away from me. I would be too miserable and lonely.” She glanced over at Ben. Maybe he was lonely. “You’ll be happier here when you have some friends,” she said.

“Aye,” said Ben. And he hid his face behind the sack of oats again.

– Meet Felicity, by Valerie Tripp

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