Looking for work
"What's your name?" he asks you, reaching out his hand for
you to shake while you answer.
"My name is Mary Elisabeth Elliot. I'm from Philadephia."
"Tell me, miss, how is a young girl like yourself traveling alone
in this country. Don't you have family?"
You sigh and look as sad as you can. "Alas, my father passed
away when I was a wee one. My mother died of Scarlette Fever two
months ago. I am by myself, searching for work." It is all made
up of course, but you are having fun play acting.
The man offers you to come along with him and his ailing wife who is
in the wagon asleep. "We are heading west to Kentucky
country," he said. "We could use your help building our
homestead. We have no children of our own."
"I'm looking for some work, sir," you say as the man puts
his rifle away and starts to give you a warm smile.
