The travelers- Part 2

   “What’s your name, miss?” the beggar girl asked me as we strolled towards my home.

   “My name is Victoria Jensen and I am twelve years of age, and the daughter of Mister Arthur Jensen and Missus Rosalind Jensen née Baker,” I explained, forgetting this beggar knew nothing of proper etiquette and introductions.

   “Hmm. My name is Mary Jackson. I’m 8,” the girl explained.

   “Pleased to have your acquaintance, Miss Mary,” I curtsied.

   “Likewise, I’m sure,” Mary repeated what so many ladies on the street would say to new friends.

   I laughed at that. Mary scowled, but kept walking.

   When I reached my home, I opened the front gate. “Enter, Lady Mary,” I bowed, sillier than ever.

   “Victoria, why are you doing this for me? You’ve never even met me before today!” Mary broke out of her beggar ways.

   “Wait, you’re an eight year old beggar, why are you talking like a proper lady all of the sudden?” I questioned.

   “Because I’m not a beggar. My uncle owns the general store,” she sighed.

   “What’s wrong?” I asked.

   “My uncle says that I should not affiliate with persons of the upper class. I do so long to be a princess though!” Mary Jackson complained.

   “Well, has your uncle adopted you?” I questioned the girl.

   “No, not properly, miss,” Mary replied.

   “Than it won’t be against code for my mother to attempt to adopt you,” I smiled. I led Mary through the gate, up onto the porch, and through the front door. “Mother, I’m home! And I’ve found a girl for you to adopt!” I announced my presence.

   “Oh, she’s perfectly lovely!” Mother proclaimed. “Although she is a bit smelly,” she whispered in my ear.