The bus stopped steadily at the entrance of the King's village. After getting off the bus and carrying a suitcase, Freda felt a little tired.
Two children were standing at the entrance of the village. When they saw someone coming, they looked at Freda curiously and whispered from time to time?
"Do you know where Newman Harrington lives, little boy?"
The two kids looked at each other and then shook their heads at Freda.
They seemed to not know, which made Freda a little disappointed.
But now that she had come, how could Freda give up all her previous efforts? So she dragged her suitcase inside.
The road in this village was not very good. The cement road was only a part of the entrance of the village, and it would become a mud road if they went deeper. Feeling sorry for her suitcase, Freda stretched out her hand to lift it.