Chapter 1
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LEANOR LIFTED HER long skirt and
moved the toe of her brand-new boot toward the steaming manure. And giggled.
“El!
Don’t you dare,” her companion called after her.
Eleanor smiled slyly at the young
maid, her best and only friend, Hannah, who’d
been her constant shadow for as long as she could remember. “Lady Beth will
have these thrown away if they stink and I want her to throw them away. They
hurt my feet. I wish I could wear my old ones.” She crinkled her nose. “And the
boy’s clothes, too. I hate dresses.”
Hannah nodded in agreement. “Yes, it was easier pretending to be
boys than ladies. We fought like the Chaddertons and got as dirty as the Miller
twins.”
“I know.” Eleanor held her toe over the fresh horse dropping a moment more,
