The warmth of the fire was glorious. “ What is your name, miss?”, asked a young lad with shaggy, sandy blonde hair and a bright mix of green and blue eyes. around the age of four. “ Emmaline Adams. What is your’s?”, I asked the energetic young lad. “ Shay Miles.”, Shay giggled. A woman with bright green eyes and caramel hair came up to me. “ I’m Caroline Miles and this here is my husband Edward Miles.”, she said with an british accent. “ Thank you for allowing me to stay in your home, Mr. and Mrs. Miles.”, I said. “ We don’t mind at all … Miss. Emmaline Adams, is it?”, asked Mrs. Miles. “ Yes, and I promise I will not be a bardon.”, I said. After I had gotten settled in the Miles’s house, it was small but not cramped and it was very cosy, I could hear the Miles talking at their dining table about the Stamp Act the British had put on us. “ This bloody Stamp Act is going to make us go into poverty!”, Mr. Miles
The warmth of the fire was glorious. “ What is your name, miss?”, asked a young lad with shaggy, sandy blonde hair and a bright mix of green and blue eyes. around the age of four. “ Emmaline Adams. What is your’s?”, I asked the energetic young lad. “ Shay Miles.”, Shay giggled. A woman with bright green eyes and caramel hair came up to me. “ I’m Caroline Miles and this here is my husband Edward Miles.”, she said with an british accent. “ Thank you for allowing me to stay in your home, Mr. and Mrs. Miles.”, I said. “ We don’t mind at all … Miss. Emmaline Adams, is it?”, asked Mrs. Miles. “ Yes, and I promise I will not be a bardon.”, I said. After I had gotten settled in the Miles’s house, it was small but not cramped and it was very cosy, I could hear the Miles talking at their dining table about the Stamp Act the British had put on us. “ This bloody Stamp Act is going to make us go into poverty!”, Mr. Miles