She couldn't help but envy the pretty gown of the cook. It was too bad she hadn't been born into that kind of money and it wasn't likely that she would ever get to wear such a fine frock as that. She did not look down at her ordinary, Sunday clothes. She accepted the compliment with as much grace and dignity as one could muster.

"Aye, so do ye, miss," she said genuinely. She liked Vela.

Then she looked over to Betsy and gave a smile.