“I know”, William said solemnly, biting his lip.
“I thought it was ‘cos my dress is worn”, Emma continued, lifting up the hem of her dress. “But I’m not so sure now…I’ve never seen her cry ‘cos of it before”.
William quickened his pace as they passed the row of identical doorways that stretched the length of side street eventually turning into another much the same. Emma glanced up at him angrily as she struggled to keep pace.
“Come on slowcoach”, William said equally angrily swinging round when he realised his sister was falling behind.
“You’re going too fast…and besides were not late. Ma never sends us out late in the morning”, Emma said stubbornly, stopping to glare back confused by her brothers sudden change of mood.
“Just come on”, he said, turning on his heel and marching off.