Anne stepped down from the stool, for she was afraid that she would faint from dizziness. And then Mrs. Blacke stepped in and she felt even worse. She didn't want to seem like a beggar. It was her fault that she hadn't asked her father. "Oh, no, please, Mrs. Blacke. I'll ask me father for money..." she said.

"Would go from six shillings for a plain model," the lady answered.