Looking up as the carriage stopped not far from her, she smiled to the woman that spoke.<br/><br/>"Good morning. The morning finds me a bit anxious, I must admit, but it is entirely my own fault." Laughing beautifully, she shrugged as she brushed a curl back from her eyes, still holding her list in her hand. She was quite beautiful, and it would likely be somewhat difficult to guess her age. She could not be too old, however, as she was still not dressed fully in a 'womans' proper clothing.<br/><br/>"And how does the day find you? That is quite a beautiful carriage you have there." She smiled all the more at that, more kind than most of her station. After all, at her age, who cared what station someone was? She liked people for who and what they were. Perhaps it was because she was so young, and not disillusioned as others might think, but she was quite happy with her innocent mind set, and it would take a good deal to change it. Even her father, formidible and well known as he is, could not change her happy disposition. She didn't happen to recognize the woman that was speaking to her, but Elizabeth might recognize her, or at least the home she sat in front of. After all, her father was quite well known, and one of, if not<em>the</em>richest man around for miles.