Mary Anne turned over and moaned a little, and Claire froze. Quietly she lifted her pillow and lifted out the gown and wrapper. She hesitated, then went ahead and changed into them and shoved her feet into her slippers. She stood still, the soap and brush in her hand, trying to remember what she had been hunting. Bonnie was waiting. On the far end of the wagon was a single box. Inside were all Bonnie’s abandoned clothes. She had given Claire trouble, but Bonnie had been wearing clothes that fit even worse than her trail dress. She found the girl’s single flannel gown and the old robe of father’s that Bonnie used for a wrapper now. She felt sad when she realized there were no slippers. Poor Bonnie, she wore those heavy men’s brogans all the time. Once they were settled, she intended to get a nice gown, robe, and really big slippers for her friend. As Claire started out, she froze half-way over the tailgate. In the shadows, she saw Bonnie.
