1 May 1614
I was in the village today and I saw the village inspector blundering around like he was lost, so I sighed and went up to him and asked, "Are you lost?"
"No!"
"I can help you if you're lost, or you can keep blundering around and looking like an idiot. Which will it be?"
He sighed. "Fine. I'd like to find the home of William and Elizabeth Sailor. No one seems to know."
"Oh, not this again…Look, Mrs. Sailor was the town drunk, why the hell does everyone want to know where she is?"
"I was told she was a respectable woman of the upper class who married William Sailor and had a daughter."
"Guess I didn't ruin her reputation as much as I'd have liked to."
"Excuse me?"
"Elizabeth Sailor was my mother. Her house is this way." I led him to my house and said, "Here it is. I live here now. She left on August twenty-second, sixteen thirteen."
"Why?"
"Because I wasn't married."
"Pardon?"
"If you'd like to hear the whole story, at least come in and I'll make a cup of tea."
"Thank you, Miss… What is your last name?"
"Leijon. Green or black?" I asked, opening the door and letting them in.
"Black, please."
I made a cup of black tea (I keep both kinds around) and set in on the table.
"So, what would you like to know?"
"This house is in the name of William Sailor. Why are you living here?"
"I was her daughter. She adopted me when I was six months old."
"Why did she leave?"
"She told me I had to be married by the time I was eighteen. I'm still not married, so she left to go live with my father."
"By blood or adoptive?"
"Adoptive. My blood parents are the Leijons. Hence, my surname."
"Why did you not take the name of your adoptive parents?" He had that packet of papers out and he was filling in information on lines that followed questions.
"Because my mother was a horrible woman and my father was an idiot."
He was taken aback, but nodded awkwardly. "So you have ownership of the house?"
"I do. I plan to live here with my husband when I am married."
"Does anyone else live here?"
"No."
"Is the legal deed to the house in your family name or in the name of your father?"
"The name of my father. William Sailor."
"Thank you, I believe you answered all my other questions the other day."
"You're welcome. Do you need anything else? Perhaps a map?" I felt much calmer about dealing with him for some reason.
"Thank you, but no. But…could you perhaps tell me which road leads to the city?"
"The one going north that starts by the fabric store. Called Tailor's Road in the village."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Good day."
"Good day to you too."
He seemed to be a little bit humbled by me proving myself just as clever as him twice, and Dolora proving herself to be very much in charge of her house. I certainly hope he learned a thing or two from our village. Men like that don't take well to just being told they're being ridiculous, I've noticed.
2 May 1614
I had only three nightmares last night without the valerian, so there's progress. And I don't feel so scared of the village anymore. I mean, I feel alright about things right now. I feel safer, at least a little.
3 May 1614
Hannah wrote back today! She said she wants to leave, but her father might notice if his three remaining daughters just disappeared, so it might be too dangerous. And she certainly wasn't going to leave without Eleanor and Alice. I guess now that Dorothy's gone, Hannah wants to take on the role of the oldest, which according to Simonn means protecting the younger ones and for all practical purposes being their extra parent.
I wonder if perhaps we could find her village and bring her back. Hannah's grandmother still lives here, and since she's only fifty-five (give or take), she can take care of Hannah until she's an adult. Most everyone in Hannah's family married young, which works out well. I'm just so worried! I don't want my friends to get hurt. And it's tearing Simonn apart, that much is clear. I think everyone will be happier once Hannah comes back, one way or another.
4 May 1614
Simonn looked very sick today.
"Simonn? You alright?"
"I'm fine."
"No you're not."
"I told you, I'm fine!" he snapped.
"Simonn Peter Captor, if you don't talk about what's wrong, it will never get better!"
He just stared at me for a long time, probably because no one ever calls him by his full name, He says he hates that his parents named him after one of the apostles, but I think he just hates that his parents don't always remember the Peter part.
"I'm worried Hannah's father is going to make her get married."
"No one can make her get married."
"He could threaten her sisters. She'd do anything for them."
"He has to make friends in the village before he finds someone who is willing to let their son marry Hannah. We have time."
"Time to do what?"
"Simonn, take a deep breath. Take it from someone who's been through the same thing. She'll get out."
"You got out when your mother left!"
"And I'm fine! She left and I could have gone with her but I didn't! Hannah will come home, okay? Trust me."
"If you say so."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning I do trust you, but I'm worried out of my mind."
"Worry gets you nowhere. I'd know. Just…everything will be okay in the end."
"Is that your life philosophy or something?"
"Yes, I suppose it is. What's yours?"
"Family isn't just who you're related to, and home isn't just where you sleep at night."
"Well, that's deep."
"I guess."
"But I do agree."
"I think we all do."
I certainly don't think family is just who you're related to by blood. My blood family doesn't seven know my name, in all likelihood. And I think Dolora and Sigmun's home is much more my home than my house. I hope I never have to leave it.
I haven't been thinking so much on March. The nightmares are still torture, but I wake up able to breathe and it's taking less and less time to return to reality when I wake. It's certainly better than I felt two weeks ago.
6 May 1614
I should start looking for a job. I can't think of anything but the seamstress's, because most of the other stores only employ men. But I suppose I could just go and ask them if they need anyone. If not there, I could…well, I don't know. But it's worth a shot, I suppose.
7 May 1614
I went to the village with Sigmun and Simonn and we ran into Sumner. He's Mariek's age, so two years older than me. He's almost legally an adult. Well, he turns twenty in two days, so I guess he's more like a year and a half older. That's irrelevant.
We talked about our ambitions, because Sumner's the ambitious dreamer sort with dangerous dreams. Sigmun talked about maybe going into politics, and Simonn about university, and Sumner talked about how he wants to move to France and maybe start a revolution. He said it so casually, like it was nothing. So I said I wanted to go to university, too, and study languages, and maybe write books. Sumner has dangerous ambitions, but I'm not sure I should be worried. Sumner's strong and anyways, he's also not the sort to follow through with his crazy plans.
9 May 1614
We were in the village again today with Mariek when Sumner happened by and Mariek kissed him, quite brazenly I have to say.
"Happy birthday, Sum."
"Thanks, Mary." I saw something pass over Mariek's face and I remembered how much she must miss Neolla.
"Heard anything from Neolla?" I asked.
"Nope. You?"
"No. She must be busy."
"No kidding. Anything from Hannah?"
"Nothing," Simonn said. "Not since her last letter. But it takes a few days for letters to get here from there, so maybe we'll hear something soon."
"You're quite the optimist today," I noted.
"Well, I've been working on it," Simonn said.
"Better than your usual state of pessimism," Sigmun teased.
"Well, that was polite," Simonn shot back.
"Happy birthday, Sumner," I interrupted.
"Thanks, doll."
"Don't call me that."
"Sorry?"
"It's alright. But I'd say most people prefer to be addressed as fellow human beings."
"I didn't mean it that way…sorry," he said.
"Don't worry about it. Just don't do it again."
He nodded and then said, "Hey, d'you guys want to do something fun?"
"Is it safe?" I asked.
"Uh…define 'safe'."
"Safe, meaning, we won't get in trouble with my mother and two or three shopkeepers and about half the village?" Sigmun defined.
"Well, only a quarter of the village," Sumner said.
"You do whatever you like," I said. "I'm not planning on getting in trouble when I need to find a job here."
"Job hunting?"
"Me too," Sigmun said. "Aren't you?"
"No. I've got other plans."
"Right, a revolution in France."
"Yeah. I figure they need it right now."
"So you just feel like, oh, I'll just go start a rebellion, what the hell?" Simonn said.
Sumner shrugged. "It's a plan."
Mariek grinned. "A pirate and a revolutionary. How storybook."
We talked for a while longer about not a whole lot before Sigmun and Simonn and I headed back to find herbs and read and all that. Sumner's certainly a strange one. I can see why he and Mariek like each other, though I'm not sure if they're properly together or not. I wonder if they ever will be.
12 May 1614
There was a letter from Hannah today! It said she was worried about leaving, but she'd think about it, and also if it wasn't any trouble could we send some tea for her and her sisters. Simonn put together a little paper box with some mint tea in it, enough for twenty cups of tea or so, and wrote a letter begging Hannah to come home. He's worried, but he also knows it's no use trying to find her village.
I still don't know which seamstress to ask first. There's the one by the fountain, the small one Mariek's mother used to run, and the one on the east side of the market. I think the one Mariek's mother used to run might be most likely to hire me, but I also don't want to work there because it's dingy and because Mariek's mother was so kind and I don't want to think about her death. (It happened while Mother had me trapped inside.)
14 May 1614
I had a dream last night about my mother. I dreamed she'd trapped me in a mirror and whenever I tried to break the glass to get out, someone would come to look in the mirror and I'd have to hide. And she just kept laughing whenever I tried to break out. I hate my nightmares with a passion. This one just really got to me for some reason. I'm kind of scared my mother will never really leave me. I'm worried I'll spend the rest of my life harping on what she did to me.
My friends say it's my choice, but my nightmares leave me unsure if anything is my choice anymore.
23 May 1614
This journal got wedged behind that mirror again. I don't like the mirror, but it's the only one I have and I don't want to go to the trouble of selling such a heavy thing and replacing it. I think it's the only heirloom left besides the silver. I even sold most of the porcelain dishes, the ones my mother kept for company that never visited. I only kept two of everything, and I figure I might as well use it myself because I never have company and anyways, I think I'm worth eating off the nice plates. If I have them, I might as well use them.
Still no luck with the seamstresses. I asked the one Mariek's mother used to run, because I figured why not, and they said they don't need anyone. I'm trying to work up the courage to ask the one in the middle of town, or on the east side.
25 May 1614
We were sitting at Sigmun and Dolora's today, bouncing around ideas of places to look for jobs, when Simonn said, "I just realized…we missed Hannah's birthday."
"I missed yours twice and besides a horrible feeling of lingering guilt on my part, we're none the worse for it," I pointed out, because I could tell he was worried.
"Well, that wasn't your fault," Simonn said. "There wasn't exactly anything you could've done. We could have sent a letter or something…"
"It's April sixteenth, right?"
"Mm-hmm. April sixteenth, fifteen ninety-six."
"Look at you, in love with someone who's actually the age you'd marry."
"She's only a year younger."
"Dianna and I are the same age, and so are Mama and Rose," Sigmun pointed out. "No one's too fussed about this."
"That's not my point! I just…I feel bad."
"You can make up for it once she's back home. Dolora can make a cake and everything. Or her grandmother…" I said.
"I guess. She'll think I forgot, though."
"Did you?"
"No. I thought about it all day on April sixteenth, but Thomas and Robert needed new socks and I got distracted."
"Then tell her that! She has two little sisters, she'll understand," I said.
"I guess," Simonn shrugged.
"Hey, do you reckon they'll let you work on the farm where your dad works?" I asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
"Maybe."
We bounced around ideas for a while longer and Simonn wrote a bunch down. He's going to be looking for a job once Richard's old enough to watch out for the others, because he said he wants to be able to afford more food and nicer clothes and Christmas presents and all that. His siblings love the village festivities on Christmas, which I always missed because of Mother, or last year because I just wanted to be with my family. I'd like to go this year, though. It might not be so bad without Mother or exhaustion hanging over me. I'll get Dolora and Sigmun to come with me, I'm sure.
28 May 1614
We heard from Hannah today! It was a short letter, but she said she was looking for ways to come home. She and her sisters are planning as best as they can. I hope they're safe.
We went to the creek today. It was nice out, sunny and warm. I didn't wear shoes and I like the feel of grass and dirt under my feet. I felt…good. I felt great.
29 May 1614
Simonn brought his siblings by, including Joanne since she's two years old now. She toddled around some and she was so cute, and she had that look in her eyes when she looked at Simonn, like all his siblings do. He looked so sad, and I remembered she's only going to be three when she…dies.
Isabella sat next to me again (she's seven now, almost eight) and said, "Hi Dianna!"
"Hi Isabella."
"You can read and write, right?"
"I can."
"Can you show me how to write?"
"Isn't Simonn teaching you?"
"Yeah, but it looks so neat to see people writing fast!"
"Alright." I found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote a few sentences for her and she watched with this awe in her eyes. She's so sweet, Isabella. I think Simonn's been raising them well.
1 June 1614
Summer has certainly begun! The sun was shining today and all the flowers were in bloom and the river's started to warm up a bit from all the snowmelt it gets in March and April. I like summer, at least when it's not too hot out. July is no fun when it's horribly hot out.
3 June 1614
I thought I'd lose my mind today from being so tired. I haven't slept in two days. And once Simonn left and Dolora was in the village, Sigmun and I kissed so full of passion that I thought nothing else could ever feel quite so good. And I felt that strange sort of wanting again, like all my insides are soup. I don't know how to describe it. I just don't think I've ever wanted something so much in my life, except perhaps getting out and food when I was starving with my mother. I don't even know what it is I want so much. If I did, maybe I could do something about it.
5 June 1614
I found an old letter today, from my father to my mother when they were young and courting. It's from 1585, ten years before I was born. He was quite romantic about wooing her, back before the recession and his infidelity. I suppose they were in love, back then. It's nothing special, not like Sigmun's letters to me. His letters are special. My father's to my mother could've been to anyone. Maybe Sigmun's only seem special because that's my love story, the way Mother must've kept this one because it was her love story.
I hope ours don't end the same way.
6 June 1614
Today was an alright day, overall. I felt fine and I did everything I normally do in a day and I just feel pretty good, considering. I still didn't ask any of the seamstresses, but I will soon. Once I work up the courage or whatever it takes to walk into a store and ask if they're hiring.
7 June 1614
Sigmun said he's going to start looking for a job soon.
"Well, good luck,"
"What, you think I won't be able to find one?"
"I'm just expressing that I hope you have good luck. I'm looking too! Once I work up the courage."
"Where?"
"The seamstress's."
"Ah."
"Do you…I kind of hate that I'm going to say this…will you be able to get a job without a father?"
"You don't have one, either."
"I can claim a father. That's not the point."
"I don't know. I won't know until I try. I just…I hope I can get a job." His voice cracked, just a touch, and I saw his face waver. He usually looks very put-together when he's stressed, but he seemed nervous now.
"There's nothing to worry about, dear. They always need workers on farms and all that."
"It's not that."
"Then what is it?"
"Well…you called me dear."
"I did."
"I mean, I…if, or when, or I guess if but I mean…I mean, if or when we get married, I don't want to be broke and unemployed."
I didn't really know how to respond because of course I want to marry him, but we've never really talked about it.
"You won't be."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I trust you. You'll find something. And anyways, I can take care of myself."
"I know that. But if I could do anything I wanted, I would make the world so you could do anything you wanted."
"You're…very sweet."
"Thanks," he blushed maroon. "You sound kind of unsure."
"I…I just didn't know you felt like that, too."
"Well, I love you."
"I love you too."
We sat that way for a while and then he kissed me and I kissed back and I think I might have a bruise on my neck tomorrow.
8 June 1614
I had to wear all my hair over one shoulder today because I did have a little bruise. Sigmun said it looked nice. Simonn looked at me suspiciously and said I was probably glad it wasn't windy out, so I glared at him because Dolora was still home. But he was right.
Sigmun apologized later and I told him it was fine, and not to worry. Just, if he did it again, try for somewhere a little less conspicuous. Then I realized how that sounded and I blushed and he said not to worry, he knew what I meant.
10 June 1614
Another letter came from Hannah today, thanking us for the tea and the heartfelt hopes for her and her sister's safety. She told us that Eleanor is feeling fine, but Alice is restless because their father won't let them out much, so sometimes Alice sneaks out. Apparently Hannah's worried, but she doesn't want to stop Alice from tasting the fresh air.
I understand Alice sneaking out. Fresh air sometimes feels like the best cure for anything.
17 June 1614
I don't know what's wrong with me, that I keep leaving my journal places. It got behind the pots and pans somehow and I just found it because I was making stew with the rabbit I caught while I was hunting the other day.
Life's been alright. I've been eating less than I'd like to, but at least I'm eating and I'm safe (relatively speaking) and I'm alive.
18 June 1614
Today was Simonn's birthday! Dolora was home, so she baked a cake. She put mint in it and Sigmun told him to just go ahead and take Principia, it was a present, and I got him a nice pair of boots and a knit pair of wool socks for the winter because whenever he comes over in the winter, his feet are red and kind of swollen and I worry. So I figured something to keep him warm would be a nice present.
Simonn looked so happy I thought he'd cry. I'm glad he had a nice birthday in the midst of all this sadness with Hannah.
19 June 1614
Neolla's home for the summer! She found us in the village today and she grinned like she does, so she looks like nothing will ever go wrong again. "I'm home!"
"That's great!" I said, hugging her. "For how long?"
"Until August twenty-fourth. I have early classes."
"I'm so glad to see you!" I said again.
Sigmun and Simonn also greeted her, and then we went to sit in the park, and Mariek and Sumner showed up eventually.
"Hey, where's Hannah?"
"Uh…" Simonn stammered, looking at his feet. "She left. With her father and her sisters. We're trying to get her to come home, but her father might…might chase them." He bit his lip and I put a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, Simonn, it's alright. It'll be alright in the end," I remind him.
"Yeah, don't worry about it. Hannah and her sisters have each other. They'll be fine," Neolla said with a particular sort of confidence only she and Mariek can really muster.
"Suppose so," Simonn shrugged.
We talked a while more, and Neolla looked so bright, like she was glowing. She must be so glad to be home. I wonder if all the hiding ever wears on her.
20 June 1614
Neolla came by today for tea and books and she told us all these wonderful stories about school and her friends there, and her roommates, and how her classes are, and all that. It was very interesting. She has the best stories from school. I hope I have stories that interesting someday.
22 June 1614
What a wonderful thing! Hannah finally ran away from her father with Alice and Eleanor and she said her grandmother is going to let them live with her! I'm so glad they're out, and they're here, at home. Her grandmother is kind and sweet and Simonn says that when he went there to visit Hannah, she told him that he's too skinny and he should eat more. Simonn is skinny, but that's not really his fault. He's just like that. He's tall and thin as a beanpole.
Anyways, Hannah came by today with Alice and Eleanor to introduce them to us.
"Dianna, Sigmun, these are two of my sisters, Alice and Eleanor. Alice is twelve, Eleanor is sixteen."
"Is your beau here?" Alice asked. Hannah blushed crimson.
"Simonn is here, yes."
"Can we see him, too?"
"Fine."
"He's gonna be our brother. Hannah's gonna marry him," Alice said matter-of-factly.
I grinned and looked at Hannah. "Did you finally set a date?"
"Dianna!"
"Sorry, sorry. Simonn! Hannah's here."
"Wait, what? Uh—hold on! I gotta…I have to…" Simonn gets so flustered about Hannah.
"Put the book away and come out here, no one cares if you haven't brushed your hair or something."
Simonn reluctantly walked into the front room and he was honestly kind of a mess. "Hi, Hannah."
"Hi. Alice and Eleanor came with me today."
"Oh. Great."
"It's Hannah's beau!" Alice said again. "Hannah's beau, Hannah's beau…"
"Stop it," Hannah said. "I brought you here to meet my friends, not to make fun of me."
"Hannah, I was busy. We've met your friends. I'm gonna go back home," Eleanor said.
"Have fun. Take Alice," Hannah said tiredly. "Go on. Tell Gramma I'll be back by dinner and we might have guests."
"Like Simonn?"
"Just go."
Alice and Eleanor left, Alice still giggling. "They don't let up, do they?" I asked.
"Nope," Hannah sighed. "At least they like you all. And Gramma certainly does."
"So," I said, moving to the library. "Tell us what happened."
"Well," Hannah said. "Two days ago, Father told me that he'd found a nice man for me from Italy and I was getting married whether I liked it or not. So I nodded, and he shouted, 'What was that tone of voice for? How dare you speak to your father like that! Don't roll your eyes at me, you bitch!' Even though I hadn't said a word, or rolled my eyes! So I just lost it and yelled, 'I hate you! I don't want to marry him and I won't!' And…my father slapped me and he started hitting me and he said that if I wasn't going to get married and have kids, he'd make me have kids, so I started screaming for Dorothy (which was crazy, I don't know why I did it), and I guess my sisters heard. And Eleanor came downstairs and whacked him on the head with the iron fire poker and he fainted. So I called Alice and we packed everything into some bags and we just left and ran for a day and a half and the only safe place I know is here, so we came here and Gramma said we could live with her for as long as we need to. It's been hell."
"Oh my goodness…" Simonn said, his eyes wide. "Thank heaven you got out."
"Yeah," Hannah said, nodding. "I'm exhausted."
"Tea?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure. Mint?"
"Of course." Hannah looked exhausted. She reached for Simonn's hand and held on tightly. Simonn and Hannah are the single shiest couple I've ever met. Or maybe it's just how it contrasts to the way Sigmun loves me and I love him completely unreservedly, or the way Dolora looks like she's glowing when she talks about Rose, or the way Mariek and Sumner banter back and forth even though they've never confessed properly that they love each other, or anybody else's love, really.
I suppose no two loves are alike.
I pray Hannah's father never comes back. I hope they're safe here. I know it hurts to not have parents who love you and I hope Hannah and her sisters can recover from that.
23 June 1614
Hannah asked us if we'd like to meet her grandmother tomorrow, because apparently her grandmother's making a nice dinner to celebrate something-or-other. Hannah says her grandmother just likes cooking and cooking for people. So we all said yes, and then Hannah smiled and Simonn took her hand and held on tightly and I gave Simonn a raised-eyebrow look like he used to do to Sigmun and I. He blushed and glared at me and I couldn't help but laugh because I remember just a year ago when he was the one making fun of me.
She also mentioned Dorothy, who's still in Austria. "I sent her a letter and I got the reply yesterday. She said her husband's been beating her and…you know. What bad husbands do." She shrugged and I nodded because we all know. "He was the worst of all the men Father introduced us to."
"That's awful," I said.
"Yeah. I'm leaving in two days."
"What?!" Simonn shouted. "You're leaving?"
"Not forever, silly. Just to go rescue my sister. Maybe two months."
"But you could get hurt, or lost, and what if her husband tries to hurt her and you get caught in the crossfire, or what if you get stuck in one of the wars, or—"
"Simonn, calm down. You'd do anything for you brothers and sister, right?"
Simonn nodded as if he was admitting something shameful. "I would."
"Well, I'd do anything for Dorothy. She saved my life at least ten times over when we were younger. I owe her." Hannah, for once, sounded sure of herself. I've never heard her so convinced of something. "I'll write home every day."
"Promise?"
"I swear it. On the lives of all my sisters." I could tell Hannah meant it. That spark in her eyes means so much to me, when I've never before seen her looking anybody straight in the eyes because she's been taught so much fear. We've all been taught to fear. Ever since I was young and I was afraid of Mother, and of the men who bother me in the village, and of all sorts of disasters, and of…I'm afraid of so many things it's a wonder I do anything at all.
I think we're all taught fear so we don't change things.
24 June 1616
Hannah came to Sigmun and Dolora's today and since Sigmun and Simonn were out, the two of us talked some.
"Did you see Simonn has eyeglasses?"
"Yeah. He got them in April."
"Did I tell you what I told me when he saw me?"
"What?"
She blushed violently red and said, "He said I was even more beautiful than he thought I was."
"Oh my goodness, that's so sweet!"
"And then he went on and on about how we all look so different, my sisters and I. I guess he couldn't tell?"
"He couldn't tell I had this pox mark before I had glasses," I say, pointing to the one on my cheek.
"Really?"
"Really. Your fiancé might as well be blind without his glasses."
Hannah blushed again. "He's not my fiancé!"
"Hannah, it's okay to admit you like him. I like Sigmun."
"I know, but…I mean, I can't get married! I'm eighteen!"
"Don't worry about it, I was just teasing." I was so glad to see that glow of happiness from her because Hannah is so shy and so fearful and she deserves to feel happy.
25 June 1614
Hannah left today for Austria. She packed her things and Dolora gave her a box of tea and I gave her a knife she could use to protect herself and maybe hunt. She smiled and hugged us all, and she was crying. She kissed Simonn and she said she was scared, but she couldn't just let Dorothy sit there get hurt. I hope she comes home. I hope she comes home with Dorothy safe and sound.
27 June 1614
Simonn left his eyeglasses on the table in Dolora's house and then he was scouting the house looking for them, but he kept bumping into things because he couldn't see anything. It must be hard to walk without eyeglasses when you need them.
Anyways, he found them in the end. It's probably a good thing, too. He certainly needs them, and they're expensive. I hope Simonn doesn't lose his mind along with his eyeglasses from all the worry.
30 June 1614
Hannah's first letter came today. She's getting close to the sea. She said she'll sneak onto a boat to get across to the rest of the continent. Simonn wrote back saying he hoped she was alright and to get into the cargo hold of a bigger ship so she could take some food.
Hannah's a stowaway. Considering what I know of her, she must be dead-set on rescuing Dorothy. She must also be terrified. I can't believe her courage right now. Hannah must be the bravest person I've ever met.