The carriage rolls and crackles along the dusty road leading up to the grand estate, rocks scatter at the wheels him them, stirring up dust. A small bit of money had been sent for fare from Maggie's new employers. With little Brigid sat next to her; she keeps a hand on the girl, going over the rules.

"Remember," she repeats quietly. "If we do real good here; we won't end up back at the orphanage for a long while." Brigid, ever silent, nods, putting her face against her sister rough sleeve.

"Its okay, really. We'll get two square meals a day! And as long as we're respectful, we'll be fine. Cmon, it'll be okay."

"Arrived. Fare now, girls." The man holds out his hand, and she gives him a few pennies. Grabbing a small bag, she approaches the estate. She's settled into her room by a strict older maid, and set up a makeshift small bed for her sister. In the evening, she's dusting when she sees you, one of her employers.