“I’m lost.” Usually the idea of being lost had great possibilities. But right now, Sophie’s heart pounded. Ms. Quelling would make the eyebrow face. Mama would say, “I’m so disappointed.” And Daddy — Sophie squeezed her eyes shut. I have to find a way to get found! Straightening her mobcap, Sophie ran along a dirt path through the tombstones to a large brick building. The front door opened, and a man in a necktie led a group of grownups down the steps. Sophie hung back as the man began to speak. “Please take the time to look around the church cemetery,” he said. “You’ll find markers dating back to the early seventeenth century.” Oh, this is that church! Sophie thought. She remembered that the Patriots’ Group would have to pass this way to see the Governor’s Palace. I’ll just wait for them here, she decided. I hope Chaperone Mom doesn’t start yelling about how not nice I am, right here in the cemetery.
