Chapter 21: Chapter 21

“You could take her some of the stew and firewood tonight from here. Is March likely to be in the house?” Mr. Fenton said.

“He went out.”

“Well, we could pop around with something for her to eat and to keep her warm?” He shrugged awkwardly,then went to rummage in a cupboard and came out with a stew pot.

“Here. You could put it in this. It has a lid.”

Christy’s eyes widened. Mr. Fenton ladled some stew from the pot on the stove into the dish, put a lid on it and wrapped it in a tea towel. He went outside and came back holding a bag filled with wood, and then put it on the floor. He hesitated a moment and then added some candles, then cleared his throat. “I will come with you and help you carry it.”

“You can’t do that…”

“I can. Come. Get yourself together.” He took a small bag from a drawer and put some tea into it, then took the loaf of bread that was sitting on the side, sliced some off and put that in another bag along with some cheese.