Lottie took the basket with pleasure and an ever widening smile.

"Well that's grand! Yer father sent a proper young lady to deliver his message.  Look at you in ye best Sunday best, very pretty.  The Cragg was fun, we had some good times.  Yer mam, she was very kind to me - I remember the day ye were born.. ah seems ages ago! -" her voice trailed off, her thoughts lost in a hazy of memory, of a time now past.

"Would you like some tea, dear?  We'll use the good cups."  Lottie decided firmly. A pretty girl in her best dress on Sunday should drink her tea out of something nice.