Rose looked at her confused. That seemed unusual. She thought the highest thing girls like her aspired to was marrying a wealthy husband who was a minister, or a judge, or just owned a lot of things - which seemed to be a valid way of making money. "Oh..." she said. She worked hard and when she did get a day off, she visited her family to help out at home and look after father. But the girl had helped her so much, Rose felt she owed her this strange friendship, although she still couldn't fathom why the girl seemed to want to talk to her or help out at all. "Err... I have Sundays of sometimes... I could drop by if ye like, miss..."