Anne was uncomfortable with the notion of having to be measured again, but still she did catch what was said. She did not correct the woman and instead blushed with a strange kind of satisfaction in the mistake. For today at least, she'd like to pretend that she was here with her mam. "That's alright..." she said, consciously neglecting to add 'Mrs. Blacke', to keep the fantasy going a little longer.

The woman led her up on a stool and took her measurements. "Right. I think I have something I can mend to yer size, luv. Plain black you said?"

Anne nodded and the woman disappeared in the back. Anne stepped down and made her way over to Mrs. Blacke for support in this new environment. She did not usually have her clothes tailor-made, but bought second hands, and only when really necessary.