"You should meet more people, Miss Abigail," Bridget suggested, cheerfully. "I bet that there's a lot different in Greenville now than there was eleven years ago! Everyone's really friendly, I promise. Well, except sometimes the butcher is grumpy and the lady who sells fish always smells... well, like fish." She shrugged the thought off. "And I thought that everyone knew my papa, too! He'll be so surprised that I met someone before he did!" The idea seemed to make her quite happy, actually.