She pulled out a handkerchief and nodded, wiping away the tears that were threatening to fall. She sniffled and tried to take deep breaths to calm down. How terrible of her to get so upset when he kept saying no one would send her into a workhouse or orphanage.

She let out long breaths but the tears didn't get the message that she should calm down. She bowed her head, letting them drip down her cheeks and onto her hands, clenching the fabric of her pinafore.

"T-Thank you... I'm sorry I'm crying," she whispered. "I don't mean to make such a fuss... but they won't s-stop."