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Chapter 3
After she was dismissed Isabella walked quickly to her room, almost running to hold back the tears that were coming. She flung herself on the small bed and sobbed noiselessly. She was terrified of the decision she had made. To leave the orphanage and travel far away to look after a stranger's children and home. She would never have agreed to the situation if Dr. Cullen had not used that one word. Suffering. Isabella could not hold with the idea of children suffering. She had herself, she suffered still but if she had the chance to aid others she would, what ever the cost. She rose slowly and dried her eyes with the corner of her pinafore. She reached under her bed a located the carpet bag underneath. It hadn't been used since she arrived at the orphanage. She walked to the wardrobe and removed the collection of clothes. She only had two dresses, one skirt, three blouses and three pinafores. All her clothing either black or white, plain and serviceable. With her undergarments and night dresses the carpetbag was not quite full. She had enough room to fit her books, spare boots and her mother's music box. Her packing of all her worldly possessions took less than an hour. With dinner service beginning soon her time at the orphanage was coming to a close. She shut her eyes and tilted her head back. With a deep breath she sighed and made her way to the kitchen. Her work here wasn't yet done.
Morning came upon her quickly and a poor sleep filled with nightmares left Isabella drained. She stood in the main hallway and waited for Dr. Cullen. The image of the tear streaked faces of the children when she told them she was leaving was before her eyes. This was the reason for the nightmares that had plagued her. The uncertainty of what was coming frightened her but once her decision was made, it was made. Her carpetbag was at her side as was the large picnic basket the kitchen sisters had packed for her journey. Beside that was the new sewing basket the sisters had put together for her as a going away present. It was filled with new thread, buttons, yarn and needles and other notions all culled from the sisters own resources. Mother Superior had gifted her a golden thimble that had belonged to Mother's own grandmother. Isabella's eyes tearing at the gift, her heart breaking with love.
Hearing the sound of the carriage approaching, Isabella stood, fixed her cloak and bonnet, grabbed her bags and walked to the door letting out a deep breath. The sisters knew she would want no long send-off. They had said their good-byes at breakfast and left the girl to her thoughts in the hallway. She opened the door and walked out to meet her future.