"She give me this fancy dress."  Tully shrugged, tugging the pretty ribbon out of her hair and letting the mass of strawberry curls free.  The frilly hairdo might look all fine and dandy, but it pulled on her scalp, and after a time gave her a headache.  "Don't see much'a her, keep mostly ta Miss Frances' room."  And even then, she kept to the shadows when she could.

"Dunno..." she shrugged, "she's nice enough...maybe she's afraid I might smack her one?"  After all, Tully was no slouch when it came to defending herself, although she was more prone to running off and hiding when things got uncomfortable.

She handed Hector a basket, then picked up another and started walking toward the house.  "Weren't my picnic, Miss Frances' kinda all cow-eyed on th' Doc, so she asked him."  Tully had seen that Doctor Danforth had been reluctant to accept, and she likely would have figured it out even if she was blind.  "Reckon that sayin' 'Love's blind' makes it even more hard fer Miss Frances.  She don't think no one's ever gonna love her 'cause she's blind, but she's a good body, sweet an' strong...some man's gonna be good ta her."

She surely hoped so, Frances didn't deserve anything but good, and the happiness that brought. 

After he had gotten "rid" of Arabella, Charlie saw Doctor Danforth and Mister McVay in a conversation with that red-haired waif.  For a short time he wondered if he should break-up the party so that he could avoid any problems that might come as result of it.  The last thing he wanted was a bunch of drunk ranchhands joining in and making his job even more harder than it already was.

Thankfully, he didn't have to do anything as the party was breaking up on its own accord.  Satisfied that it was all over, Charlie went off in the opposite direction to continue his rounds.