Rose nodded and smiled. "I'm glad ye feel that way." She still felt like this was a dream. As she had served in Mr. Meijer's house longer and longer and she had started feeling more and more miserable, she had come to believe that no one would ever be interested in her. There hadn't been much to enjoy. And here, all of a sudden, she was being admired and flattered and treated with kindness.. It almost felt like a dream. "What's your favourite place in Whitby? Let's go there."