A/N: This is my first fanfiction, and I haven't read the book in a while.  Please review and tell me if there are any mistakes.  Thanks!  All the characters you don't recognize belong to Elizabeth George Speare, not me.

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Kit slowed down to a walk just as she arrived at Hannah's old home.  She sat down outside and remembered a time when she and a hard-headed boy had spent a day thatching the roof on the hut of their old friend.  She closed her eyes and wished that he could be there beside her.

Kit heard heavy breathing, and she looked up.  Who was it?  She looked around, seeing no one, until her eyes sighted a child.  Prudence.

"What are you doing here, Prudence?" she asked.

"I saw that you had left the wedding party and thought you were going somewhere.  I followed you to see where you had gone, but you ran so fast I lost you.  Plus, I had a hard time persuading Ma to let me go. I told her I needed to go to the bathroom.  She'll be plenty angry when I don't come back."

"Oh Prudence, you adorable child!  You shouldn't have followed me here.  Come, we'll go back to the wedding.  Your mother mustn't be angry with you on account of me."

The two set off for the Meeting House and walked for a while in silence.

"Mistress Tyler, why did you go to Hannah's hut?" Prudence asked after a while.

Kit did not know what to say.  As mature a child as Prudence was, Kit was not ready to tell anyone, even Prudence, about the pain she felt on account of never being able to see Nat again.  Also, she could not bear to break the child's heart by telling her that she planned to go back to Barbados to be a governess.

Kit took a deep breath and said, "I...I felt as if I needed some fresh air.  The church was stuffy."

Prudence gave her a dubious look, knowing that this was not the real reason.  However, she knew that as much as she probed Kit, she would not tell her true reason for running away, and Prudence remained silent.