Nora ran through the town, bumping into people as she raced down the sidewalks, trying to find help.
As she rounded a corner, she bumped into a large figure and fell over onto the ground. "Oh, I am so sorry!" she exclaimed as she scrambled up to see who she had bumped into.
When she looked up she saw she had bumped into a tall, skinny man with large glasses and short brown hair. He looked familiar, but Nora was sure she had never seen this man before in her life.
"Are you okay?" the man asked Nora.
Nora dusted off her skirt and said, "I'm fine, but lost."
"Me, too," the man replied. "I'm James Barnhill."
Nora stood, her mouth wide open, looking up at the man who was James Barnhill.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. "I really must get going. I'm looking for my three daughters, Martha, Bridget and Peggy."
Nora did all she could to not show any shock. Instead, she looked up and said, "Mr. Barnhill, I think I know how to help you find your daughters."
