Miss Anne. She did it again. It made her feel rather funny. Nobody ever spoke to her that formally.

"Oh... I... I'm sorry," she said, when Miss Mable explained that she and her brother were orphans. She supposed if her brother was already that old, he was her guardian. She wasn't certain she understood the bit about the luggage. How had they traveled here with only one bag? But perhaps she had misheard it because of the other girl's accent and the wind.

"Dr-? Uh... I... Uh... Well we were ten of us bai- children, Miss. But some 'ave sadly passed. I 'ave three older sisters and two younger brothers now. But me sisters 'ave all gone and married, so its just me and me brothers and me da' 't 'ome. Uhm... I 'aven't many thoughts on dresses, Miss. I think you yerself'd be the better judge of 'em. I've never worn the fine ones some o' the proper young ladies wear, but those... well, they do look very pretty, Miss." She had stopped because there was a stick on the sands, but she only bent down to pick it up and put it in er basket when she was done talking.