"What are you doing, Robert? You are causing a scene!" The words came out in through clenched teeth. She reached out with determination, her hand clasping firmly around the walking stick. She gave it a surprisingly hard shove for a young miss who looked like a mere, slip of a girl. She lifted her chin another notch higher and glared at him. It was not just any glare, but THE glare. The glare only a woman grown could master. She took several steps backwards and stood beside the porter, silently willing him to test her on this day. It was a show of newfound friendship. She then said quietly, the glare melting away into a genuinely weary expression.

"I want to go home, Tilly... I am ready." She started to walk passed her older brother, not looking at him now.