Not surprising, Sheila is a fair person. Perhaps a bit too fair for my tastes, but that's another story.

[Hattie smiles a bit at Eponine's agreement; and decides to do her a favor. She can understand what it means to be thankful.]

We'll see soon enough, Eponine. So you wish to make a bouquet? Hold that thought.

[And she ends the feed. About fifteen minutes later a car pulls up at the road closes to the lake and Hattie steps out in a black, shearling sheepskin had and matching coat. Once she reaches Eponine, she doesn't seem nearly as impressed by the dandelions or the daisy.]

I think not. We'll stop by the flower shop on the way there.