She recalled having it on her porridge and thinking how delicious it was, but cream was another luxury they seldom had these days.
The milk they fetched from the farm was only just enough for breakfast and for tea.
‘Everything is a struggle,’ Mariota thought.
And yet, however difficult it might seem, she knew that what Jeremy was planning now was wrong and very risky.
Because she was so apprehensive, she started to pray that there would be no coaches that afternoon on the road towards which Jeremy was leading the way.
It was in fact quite likely that the only passers-by would be farmers in gigs, a Parson with a hearse or a wagon carrying goods from one farm to another.
There was, however, no point in saying so and she rode a little way behind Jeremy thinking that if she had any money
