“Idy” Mrs. Sommers said sometime later “I work on a farm.”
“A f-farm?”
Mrs. Sommers laughed mistaking the trepidation in Idy’s response for surprise.
“Not as a farmhand I assure you. I tutor the young son of my employer. I have my own cottage set back from the main house. My boss is a nice man but since the accident that took his wife’s life he hasn’t been the same. He gets moody and impatient.” She looked at Idy. “I’m telling you this because I don’t know how he will react to your being there.” Mrs. Sommers stopped speaking as if searching for the right words.
“Idy I want to help you and Lulu. I propose that you and Lulu stay with me for a short while… but it will have to remain our secret. No one on the farm must find out that you’re there. You’ll have to remain indoors at all times. Do you think you’re up to the challenge? I know it won’t be easy keeping such a little girl quiet.”
