Sliding past the arms of the rikshaw, used to pull it and onto the bench seat, set between two cart wheels, Harriet held out her hands to take her bag from Christopher.<br/><br/>"You've been to America?....Oh how wonderful, had the great war not happened I was to travel with my Aunt Mildrid and cousin Beatrice, on a cruise to New York."<br/>She gave the young man a small sad smile.<br/>"But things change so quickly and it wasn't to happen."<br/>It didn't take her more than a moment to brighten again, today was the start of a new life, an adventure, not another reason to look back upon sadder times.<br/>"So, until I have the time and oppertunity again, I will have to content myself with all that you can tell me about it...."<br/><br/>Shuffling along in the seat, Harriet made room for Christopher and patted the faded silk feeling cushion.<br/>"Come on Christopher, you can tell me all about your trip, what Boston was like and if you're not finished before we get to the hotel, I will insist that you end your tail over dinner this evening."