Well, yes. Certainly some less than appropriate topics were discussed at times. Having spent more than a little time at the pub at home, Molly was well aware of what a little girl could learn about the world from those conversations. Still – She hated to think of Bridget overhearing anything like that. Worse to think that she might contribute to it.
“Still, it’s Bridget; I should have asked.” Bridget was his daughter. Molly would defer to him and Abby in all things concerning the girl. Watching her, Molly couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips. She recalled what Bridget had said about helping her father talk to the patrons. It seemed she had a knack for it. “She’s rather good at that, isn’t she?” Bridget was clearly charming the entire table with whatever it was she said. Molly wished she had even some of that ease when it came to words.