Madeline looked up after she finished talking and nudged her ear with her finger as if cleaning it. "Sorry I wasn't listen'n. It just sound'd like more whinin about 'ow you 'ave it so 'ard, poor lil bird. No one und'rstands ya. You work so 'ard, I feel bad for yer servants who 'ave ta listen to this prob'bly regul'rly. "

She then grinned at her. "But 'ey, say what ye like. Give it like.. " She turned her head side to side. "Three years? Ye'll be too old for the men. Maybe they'll keep you on as a cook? Well ya don' look like you 'ave a single useful skill.. maybe ye'll be kicked out and 'ave ta go to a regular place. Not mine o' course, girls would eat ya alive. But anythin's better than the street, not that you'd know."