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Tim and Wren stared up with wonder as Cook began packing food into the basket. They were speechless as she offered them a place to sleep and gave them food...more food than they had seen in a fortnight. She gently warned Tim and Woody not to let Wren and Hanson cut themselves and Tim didn't even have enough wits about him to say 'Yes, ma'am.'
Her hands moved so quickly and her talk went on so easily and kindly that before they knew it, without even thanking her, she had bundled them off to the barn. Woody had the full basket of vituals on his arm, and Hanson was running on ahead to show the way to his kittens.
Wren pulled at Tim's sleeve and he bent down to hear her whisper to him. "Can we stay the night?"
"Oh, of course! Would I give up an offer like that?"
"Can we gather the eggs tomorrow?"
"Of course! I wouldn't...Yes, we're staying, at least past breakfast." He smiled and put an arm around her shoulders. "After that...I'm not sure what we'll do. But I'll figure it out. Come on, then. Let's catch up with Hanson."
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