Jacquelyn saw the two people kissing, one of which was Betsy. It was a very effective distraction. She looked back at the hat, which earlier had been moderately filled with coins, but was now empty.

"So many people like to take our coins when we are not watching carefully," the other girl commented. Darn, she missed her chance. Not everyone in the caravan's so dull after all.

"How about I tell you one anyways. Ok, here goes. I shorten as I age, but stop with the wind. Take some time to think about it." Jacquelyn says, walking off to go browse the town market. "Here, when you're not busy anymore, we can talk over some of old Billy's soup. It's really good."