"Oh..." Anne said sheepishly. The change of attitude surprised her. "Ye'r welcome, Miss. I wouldn't keep owt that wasn't mine."

"That's rare among your class," she said ruefully. "But we mustn't think of it now, must we?" she asked in a sing song voice. She floofed at her hair and gave a dazzling smile.

Suddenly Anne straightened her back. "It isn't!" she said sharply. "There's lot's o' good people among my own. Ye just haven't taken the effort to get to know 'em an' rely on what people tell ye an they don't know us either!"

"And why would I do such a thing? It's unseemly for me to be in the company of the lowly sort." She sniffed. "I have a reputation to uphold, after all." She fluffed at her pretty curls, "Part of that involves the company I keep."

Anne wrinkled her nose. "Well an' I wouldn't want to hang out with a snob."

"I am not a snob!" she bit out.

"You are too!" Anne threw back at her.

"No I am not!" she yelled and got really red in the face. "Fa-ther!" she yelled out and stamped her foot, "Tell her I'm not a snob!"

"Oh? You can't fight your own battles?" Anne mocked.

"I can so," she said, "I just don't want to dirty my hands on a dusty little urchin." Her eyes were filled with rage. "Besides, I am a lady and we DON'T dirty our hands." She lifted her nose.