"It was often bragged to new orphans, the simple fact that town kids could never pull off acting like a ragamuffin orphan, but a ragger, as they are called, could always act like a prim and proper towner kid. Especially when new folks were looking for a kid to adopt."
"Yes, ma'am, thank you very kindly, and all that huff and puff."
"You a coward, boy," she sniped, laughing. But as she got closer, her face dropped any sense of humor. They stood, looking up at the gate, its top adorned with a green faded copper plaque that simply read: 'Coggsworth, est. 1743'.