"You...?" Anne blushed again and pulled her hand back, more for shock than anything else. Then she burst into embarrassed giggles. She did not know how she had come to this misunderstanding, but she was actually relieved to find that the other girl was of her own station. It would be so much easier to talk to her.

"Oh.... Oh you did say..." she laughed nervously. "But you said it was a sort of farm... and with the traveling. Oh and Mable is such an elegant name!" She gave the other girl a bashful look. Then she reached out and put her hand on Mable's arm again. "Then while you are in Whitby, let's be friends!"