Lottie heard the knock at the front door and piled her mending onto the kitchen table.  It was probably old Mrs Brunton knocking again to complain that boys were playing too loudly up the street outside her house.  The old biddy should go live in a convent if she wanted so much quiet.  Lottie had told her before, they weren’t even her children! So she was annoyed when she opened the door.  To her surprise, it wasn’t old Mrs Brunton. but her exact opposite: a sweet young girl, in her best frock, holding a basket.  Her frustrated expression melted to a much more pleasant one.

“Hello dear, what can I do for you?”