She pulled the hood farther over her head and began walking. It took her longer than she expected to reach the main street.
The lane twisted behind several properties before opening onto a busier road, and Penelope had to ask a passing woman for directions to the nearest carriage stand.
The woman pointed her toward a small square a short distance away. Penelope thanked her and continued.
By the time she reached the square, she was beginning to regret the decision to walk so far. Her legs ached, and her head had begun to throb again.
And the morning air, though pleasant, was cooler than she had anticipated.
She drew the cloak more tightly around herself and approached the nearest carriage.
The coachman looked down at her. "Where to, miss?"
Penelope hesitated. Then she lowered her voice, saying, "Would you be so kind as to take me to Anderson House?"
The man nodded. "Of course."
He opened the carriage door.
