The boy's eyes were huge as he stepped into the bakery; so many things he had never seen before, a lovely smell, and the people all seemed so fancy. He suddenly felt how he must smell, and the thought of a bath didn't sound all that appalling anymore.
"What? Oh, yes, Miss Mountford," he replied, not sure if he should add that last name as well, since she had an awful long name, the pretty lady. "I work at the stables over at Mr. Warrington."