The two eggs were for Nan Thorne's breakfast, but she wasn't hungry and didn't feel like eating them. She was surprised that the man hadn't even had breakfast at this hour, yet he still walked so quickly on the mountain path.
She had long heard that people from Wraven were especially hardworking and could endure great hardship. When they traveled with their peddler's poles, they would take off their shoes if the roads were poor. They would either go barefoot or wear straw sandals, afraid of ruining their good shoes.
Nan Thorne glanced at the worn-out cloth shoes hanging from the pole, then at the straw sandals on the man's feet. They were hardly any different from going barefoot. His feet were covered in bloody cuts, and he wasn't even wearing socks in such cold weather. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. 'People really have it tough in this era,' she thought.
Goldie Thorne hesitated. The eggs were for his little niece; he would rather give the man money instead.
