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It was dark in the wagon now the doors were closed, with just a piercing of daylight where ropes had been slashed into the canvas to make a roof. The floor was covered with straw, which the workhouse children were flinging about excitedly.

“We’ll have our own horses to ride!” A girl about Lizzie’s age draped a mane of straw across her bubbly curls. “Neigh! Neigh!”