Benjamin was running as fast as he could. He had to dodge between
people on the street-women carrying market baskets, men with their walking
sticks and white wigs. His own legs, in pants and knee-high white stockings,
flashed like the spoke of a wheel as he ran. At first, he had heard his mother
trying to call him back. “Benjamin! Stop right now!” But her voice had grown
distant as he raced down the road. He had to get there in time...he just had to.
He had to tell his dad to vote against the British rule.