The young girl seemed really a lot more emphatic and humble than most rich young ladies. It could be that Anne didn't really know that many. But she had met that one spoiled young lady who had insulted her for not watching where she was going, and beside that, many would not even consider talking to her. But this girl said she was sorry for her loss and listened respectfully. She even helped her with her work. Anne held out her basket for the stick. "Thank you, Miss."

"Oh, uhm, I've not had a pink dress. I... I don't know." She blushed. "I had a green one for church that I was very fond of, but I've grown out of it. Me mam used to say green goes well with me eyes too. Uhm... Not to brag. I mean... I'd never be as pretty as ye ladies, but.. well... Oh, I do 'ave a nice black one. It was for service, but then... sorry I didn't mean to blabber, Miss. I... I suppose I can picture yellow on ye. I think it'd look real nice, Miss. Uh... Sorry." She pressed her lips together, flustered. Then, eager to draw attention away from her own awkwardness, she asked: "Why don't ye get one with lace, Miss?"