"We must. There's no food. If we stay we'll die."
Maisie didn't care if she died, but a different thought occurred to her: Mama would surely starve herself to feed the children. If they stayed, she would die. They had to leave to save her. "You're right," Maisie said to Danny. "If we go, perhaps Papa will be able to find enough food for Mama. We've got to go, for her sake." Hearing herself say the words, she was awestruck by what was happening to her family. It was worse even than the day they had left Viskis, with the village houses still burning behind them, and got on a cold train with all their belongings in two sailcloth bags; for then she had known that Papa would always look after her, no matter what else happened; and now she had to take care of herself.
"Where will we go?" she said in a whisper.
"I'm going to America."
"America! How?"
"There's a ship in the harbor that's bound for Boston on the morning tide--I'll shin up a rope tonight and hide on deck in one of the boats."
"You'll stow away," Maisie said, with fear and admiration in her voice.
"That's right."
Looking at her brother, she saw for the first time that there was the shadow of a moustache beginning to show on his upper lip. He was becoming a man, and one day he would have a full black beard like Papa's. "How long does it take to get to America?" she asked him.
He hesitated, then looked foolish and said: "I don't know."
She understood that she was not included in his plans, and she felt miserable and scared. "We're not going together, then," she said sadly.
He looked guilty, but he did not contradict her. "I'll tell you what you should do," he said. "Go to Newcastle. You can walk there in about four days. It's a huge city, bigger than Gdansk--no one will notice you there. Cut your hair, steal a pair of trousers and pretend to be a boy. Go to a big stables and help with the horses--you've always been good with horses. If they like you, you'll get tips, and after a while they might give you a proper job."
Maisie could not imagine being totally alone. "I'd rather go with you," she said.
"You can't. It's going to be hard enough anyway, to hide myself on the ship, and steal food and so on. I couldn't look after you too."
"You wouldn't have to look after me. I'd be quiet as a mouse."
"I'd feel worried about you."
"Won't you worry about leaving me all on my own?"
"We've got to take care of ourselves!" he said angrily.
