Virginia: A Williamsburg Tale Part 3

“I’m running away.  I have brought all my treasures.” Annabella sobbed.  “You have to hide me and promise you won’t tell anyone I am here.”

Annabella then had something I have never seen before.  “Whose necklace is that?” I said.

“It is my Grandmother Katharina’s necklace.  She passed away last year and she gave this to me before she died,” Annabella said.

“I am very sorry,” I said with feeling.

Then one tear rolled down Annabella’s red cheek.  “I think it is time for us to go to work. I could sneak you out of my house without anyone seeing you,” I said I opened the window.  The blazing hot air of the day started to rush into my bedchamber from outside.  I quickly grabbed Annabella.  “Out the window,” I declared.  Annabella leaned out the window and saw a wooded ladder.  She sighed and got on the ladder.  As soon as she got to the ground, I got on the ladder.  Half was down the ladder, I heard something.  It sounded like a shriek that had come from the front yard.  Instead of climbing down the rest of the ladder, I jumped.  “Stay hidden,” I demanded.  I ran to the front yard and I saw my sister Kate lying on the ground as pale as snow. “Kate… Kate!” I yelled.    I started to panic.  Then my mother Mary ran out the door panting like a dog.

“What is going on?” she managed to ask. 

“Kate,” I mumbled.  “I thought I saw Kate’s mouth move. Kate!” I screamed happily.  Kate looked up. She slowly got up and hugged me. She told me she was bitten by a bee and had fainted.  Then Mary carried her daughter Kate into the house. 

The air smelled like many different pastries.  I ran to the backyard and grabbed Annabella.  We dashed down the path to the seamstress shop.  Annabella and I help the seamtress  to sew dresses on the weekends. “That’s strange the shop is closed,” Annabella exclaimed.  So we walked around the town for hours.  Then we snuck home.  We ate some dried meat and apples in my room. Then we fell asleep in my cozy bed to dream about the day.

Days went by and we did the same things.  Then one day we saw a sign on the door of the seamstress shop that said, “I am very sorry for my absence. I am going on a voyage to England with my daughter Mary to see my ill mother.  Sincerely, Ann Calie.” Then I walked with Annabella for two hours until Annabella spotted something and started to burst into tears. “Annabella, what’s wrong?” I asked. 

She pointed to a sign that said…  “My thirteen year old daughter Annabella Kane has gone missing.  She is female 5’4”, hair color brown.  If anyone finds who I just described please bring her to the store Kane and Co. and ask for Mr. Kane.  Once you return her to me then I will give you fifty dollars as a reward.”

Annabella finally said, “You should return me to my father.  He will give you the fifty dollars.  He won’t care who returns me.  He just wants me back safe.”  It was late, so I brought her back the next day to Mr. Kane.  He proudly gave me the fifty dollars.  Then Mr. Kane gave Annabella a hug and walked with her into his counting room.  Williamsburg was back to normal.

The End