"I'm glad ye like it dear, it sets off ye 'air." Lottie answered as she took the girl's hair and braided it with a practised hand. Anne was a very pretty girl, she would grow up to be the sort of woman that men would brawl over, Lottie was certain of it. Yet she was also possessing a quality that seemingly defied the squalor she hailed from. One of the reasons the older woman wanted so badly to give this girl the home she deserved. The length of ribbon got shorter as it was twined around her fiery locks. "All done." Lottie placed her hands on her shoulders. "Check it in the mirror on the washstand." Lottie jerked her head towards the soap splattered mirror that Bill used for shaving.