Anne basked in Mrs. Blacke's approval. She smiled shyly, got up and walked over to the mirror. There, she pulled the braid over her shoulder and admired her reflection in the splattered glass. She turned to Mrs. Blacke and beamed. "I love it, Mrs. Blacke. It's very pretty." She rushed back over, sat down next to the motherly woman and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you! I wish I had sum't to give ye in return."