The Leprechaun Journals
Henry could feel the heat from the ashes through his worn shoes. The thick smoke choked him and burned his already tearful eyes. Nurse Nancy pulled young Henry close and led him away from the rubble. Henry clutched the rough diamond in his small hands and looked back over his shoulder at the large angry man standing in the smoky ruins. He was both exhilarated and confused but he felt secure in the care of the tender nurse. Henry adored her because she was kind, had a pretty face, and always smelled of lavender, but now, her bravery made him feel unassailable, so he nestled in closer. Henry couldn’t decide if he was trembling from the cold or fear. He thought Nurse Nancy was trembling too as they made their way briskly back to the local theater where all the children had been taken after the fire. They would have to remain there until they could be transported to the public orphanage in Philadelphia.
