Eleta knew this was common sense, so she said,
“Don’t go far away, Betty.”
“I’ll wait at the end of the street. There’s no hurry and be careful where you promises to go.”
Eleta smiled at her.
“I’ll be careful, I promise, Betty. Now pray hard that I will find a place I can hide from Step-papa.”
“I’ll be prayin’,” Betty assured her.
Then, as if worried she might be seen, she walked off leaving Eleta alone outside the open door,
She walked up the narrow stairs.
At the top the door was open and she saw inside what looked like servants sitting on chairs against the wall.
There were three young girls she thought must be housemaids or perhaps kitchenmaids. And several young men she was certain were looking for jobs with horses.
As they stared at her, she saw at the far end of the room t
