The brown paper and string fell away to reveal a neatly folded cream shirt with the bright buttons and puffy sleeves that were the style of the day. Beneath the shirt, peeked the folded mass of an olive green woolen skirt. Atop this pile was a note addressed to Anne:

Quote:Dearest Anne,

On ye sixthteenth birth day, ye are no longer a girl, but a woman. Ye deserve to dress as such, these clothes are a gift from me to ye. It will match nice with your straw hat. I hope that it fits, if not, come up to Osway and we'll get it mended. I hope ye enjoy yeur day.  Best wishes from the Blacke family.

- Mrs Blacke

P.S. I love ye very much, my darling - 'Mam'.