Bridget picked out a ribbon for her? And it was so pretty too. Molly wasn’t at all certain she could figure out the proper way to tie a ribbon into her hair. She knew it was the kind of things girls were supposed to grow up knowing, but her circumstances weren’t those of most girls.
The hesitation in Abby’s voice pulled Molly’s thoughts back to the immediate present. Eyes glancing over the lady, Molly tried to decipher what she’d done wrong. “But I do like it. It’s,” her voice dropped down whisper soft. “It’s lovely.” Molly’s voice reflected the depth of her emotion. Lovely wasn’t a strong enough word. “I just don’t see why you’d want to give these things to me.”