Meg works in the hot kitchen, listening to the twins bicker as John does the books at his desk. She shapes the loaves and sets them to rise, and glances out the window as she dusts the flour from her hands, catching sight of a hawk as it swoops across the sky, and a sudden mad impulse hits her, to tear off her apron and dash out of the house and just go, somewhere, anywhere, a place where she can be free.

But the twins are running to her, clinging to her skirts and calling "mama look!" and when she looks at John, he's smiling at her warmly, so Meg remembers she's a dove, and home is its own kind of freedom.