Pearl opened the door. She was dressed in a blouse and a long black skirt, an apron over that. There was a streak of flour on her nose. "Do come in," she invited and stepped back. The house was a modest one and there were still trunks here and there to be unpacked. "Forgive my clutter, I haven't finished unpacking my trunks and I sent my maid to market for some berries for me to make jam with. I had forgotten I needed that. Would you like a tart?"