More than anything, Rose was ashamed. She let Andrew help her cool the burns and managed to stop crying, but she shook her head wildly when he offered to clean and cook. "Oh no. You've worked all day. I'll clean up while ye cook. Ye can still use t' puddings. They're in the oven. Oh I am sorry." She pulled her hands away from the water, found a cloth and began to mop up the stew. She had occasionally dropped things at home and wasted food. At least Andrew didn't shout at her for being stupid like father did. But she feared that if she messed up too often, he would stop loving her, and that was worse.