-trebling with fear， liiylor Craven glanced toward the gang-<br >:Hmlk ol the Carleena where lames Rawlings had gone to<br > the caplain. A ctHd May wind ]E]apped Taylor s long， gray<br >:)ut her slender body. Lifting her hand up to her bonnet， she<br >a stray wisp of ligh~ brown hair back into place. Ships with<br >ormous masts and spars stabbing the overcast sky lined the<br >ol dock. The smell of the sea overpowered the reeking odors<br >y， muscled workers and sailors， barrels of fish， and stacks of<br >r bit her lower lip and clasped her gloved hands together.<br >stal blue eyes darted around the dock. What was lames<br >;7 Why wouldn t hc want her to take a nanny for Brooke for<br >~lge ~o America when they d already agreed it was for the<br >caving England would be hard because it had always been<br >le， but il was also a relief since she wouldn t be constantly<br >xl of Hie loss of her dear husband， Floyd. However， to sail to<br >s of the earth with a year-old baby without help was fright-<br >Vhy had lames said they d take Bernice if he d had no inten-<br >do so ? Taylor frowned. She d never trusted lames as Floyd<br >it then Floyd had grown up with his cousin--played with<br >4 been educated with him. Perhaps Bernice hadn t heard<br >instructions correctly.<br >ig her fear behind a smile， Taylor turned back to Bernice<br >)od with her gloved hands on the wooden carriage handle，<br >agog at everything aro:md her even as she shivered in the<br >;ooing， little Brooke sat inside the carriage with blankets<br >around her. She had Tavlor s light brown hair and blue eyes<br >}d s happy_ smile. Pulling her cape closer to her， Taylor lifted<br >s from Brooke to look at Bernice. She was seventeen years<br >