When they came to the villages, Pierre hung on Jean's arm as though exhausted, and coughed bitterly while Jean wiped his face with the cloth and begged some kind-looking citizen or citizeness for food to help him to get his dying nephew to Brest. They had so little money left that now they begged where they could, nor were the people unkind to them . . .
The place seemed like any other of the rather prosperous villages of central Brittany. They had gone to the small inn on the square, and the landlady had good-naturedly given them each a bowl of rye bread and milk gone a little sour. There were several men drinking at a table, and one of these began to question Jean. His companions went on drinking and paid small attention, but Jean and Pierre were soon aware that he was suspicious of them and amusing himself, asking Jean this and that about his past life and his plans. Pierre could feel the rising panic beating at his breast as he forced himself to swallow one choking mouthful after another. The man rose with a final careless glance, stretched, paid his bill and went out.
"He's going to inform on us!" whispered Pierre.
While Five Bushel Farm in the new United States of America is prospering on one side of the Atlantic Ocean, there is turmoil and destruction on its other side. When Sally sails, with Andrew and her Aunt Debbie, to France on the Fair American, she is unexpectedly drawn into the sorrows of a land at war with itself. Pierre, son of an aristocrat killed in the French Revolution, fleeing with his former servant Jean, makes these difficulties suddenly and dangerously personal to Sally and those sailing on the Fair American.
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