Chapter Seven

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Morningseemed to come earlier than Cora could imagine. Maybe she did notsleep as much or perhaps she was just so eager. Whatever the case,Cora found herself awake much earlier than possibly anyone else inthe house. The sound of clanging pots told her otherwise, though."G'morning, Cora," Cyrus greeted and tossed an apple at her.Surprisingly, Cora caught the apple. "Have an apple. It might be abit b'fore e'eryone else's up an' breakfast's ready."



Notlong after their morning meal of ham, pan-fried potatoes, apple pie,and hot cakes, the house was quickly vacated and everyone went abouthis business. This meant Cora and Levi made their way to the station."I can scarcely believe we are doing this! It seems like a dream!"Cora exclaimed as she and Levi made their to the ticket booth.



Thetrees danced by Cora's window as the train rushed ever north. Thetrain danced along its tracks. "Dinner will be served soon." Corablinked and looked back in the coach. "Are you hungry?" Leviasked.

"Hmm?Oh right. I guess. Really just high-strung; sorry." Cora lookedrather peckish, but also preoccupied.

"Youmust eat, Cora; do not want Mister Lincoln to hear your stomachchurnin'!" joshed Levi. Cora smiled coyly.



"Nowarriving at Washington, D.C.!" Levi gently tapped Cora on theshoulder.

"Weare here! Arise! The time is nigh." Cora yawned. Had she actuallydozed off? Last she recalled the sun danced through the summer treesand the birds were singing a sweet song. "Are you ready?" Was sheready? Cora was actually more high-strung than before dinner. Shesmiled at Levi.

 "'Boutas ready as I cain be I s'pose." With that the two exited the coachand made their way to the station.

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