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Well on with chapter three, hope you all like it, it's not as long as my last one, but, I'm pretty much pleased with it ;)

CHAPTER 3

QUESTIONS

Patrick was a single child in his family. They lived about one hundred miles out side of London, on a small farm, in a sweet, little cottage.

Patrick rarely went outside his home, he was taught his lessons at home instead of the school house, and his family did not go to the church, they had what they called the "Sabbath" at home too.

Patrick had gone with his father to town to go to the market to trade a couple of times. He could remember the first time he had gone to town, and there he saw children his age laughing and playing together, and having a marvelous time playing a game called "King of the Hill", a game where all the children would charge up a pile of dirt, pushing and shoving each other, until one person stood at the top of the pile shouting that he was the "King of the hill" then the game would start over again. Patrick had never had a friend before, and, after he saw all the other children, he often thought what it would be like to have a friend, another child his age to play with.

He had also noticed a taller building in the center of town, with a bell on top. He had asked his father what it was. Mathew had then glanced up at the building then looked back down at Patrick and had said, "That is a church where people go and have their Sabbath together, also it is a school for children for children to go too, and have their lessons." Patrick had then asked why they didn't go to church with everybody else, and why he couldn't go to school with the other children too. His father had looked at him for a few moments before quickly looking away and admiring some healthy looking chickens, and murmuring about the price for them.

Patrick had also noticed that his father only bought and traded with Mr. Jacobs, a man who owned a shop that sold all different sorts of things. He was friendly enough, but he seemed more kinder with his other costumers.

As soon as they had finished whatever they came to do, they quickly left.

Patrick had lots of questions about why they didn't do things like other people did, but both his parents never seemed to want to talk about it, so he kept quiet about it. But he couldn't stop the questions that kept popping into his head, why were they so different? Why, why, why?

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Hope you enjoyed it! The next chapter should be getting more interesting.

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