For a moment, that offer teased her. Girls like her didn't ride in carriages, but she had often dreamed of it. But she shook her head. She didn't need it, and she might be seen. "You're too kind, ser, but I'll make it. Thank you. I'm sorry if I wasn't much use. I promise I'll work harder on Sunday!"
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