"Please, sir," she said as she looked toward the man who offered help. But he seemed more content to point out where her things fell than actually picking something up. Pah, muddy clothes. Everything was amuck and soon she forgot temporarily about his pointing and stuffed whatever had fallen into the puddle, into her bag. With a sigh, she stuffed a stocking in and shook her head, "Looks like I will be needing to pay money I don't have for my laundry to be washed too," she muttered to herself as she nearly threw her hands up in surrender. When the last of the items, or so she thought, was stuffed inside the bag, she forced the bag closed only to find that the latch had broken, her clothes nearly falling victim again to the bag but she jerked up a knee to catch the bottom. She then tilted her head back some and laughed a humorless laugh heavenward.