"I'm used to measuring feet, miss, with all respect. Not legs."
"Aye, I know, but if you'll look, you can see that my right leg isn't the same as the other, and..."
"Oi, miss! Don't be lifting your skirt in here!"
"Sorry! It's just...oh, come, you can at least look at it! It's only a knee!"
"Uh. Ah. Well. All right, then. Let me see."
"My leg broke right about here. And the way it healed, well, I guess the bone's not quite right now, so it's a bit shorter than the other one. And it makes it hard to walk."
"Mm. I see. All right, all right, lower your dress! Folk walking by the window, they can see right in."
"So, I spoke with a friend...well, a doctor...and he thought maybe you could make a special shoe that would...you know, help."
"Oh, did ya now? Come on, sit down here. Let's get you comfortable. A special shoe, eh?"
"Aye. Do you think you could make one? I've been saving up my coin. I don't have a lot, but I'll make payments if I have to. If...if that's agreeable to you, of course."
"Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves, miss! No one's ever asked me to make such a shoe before. I suppose I'll need to measure the difference between your feet to start with. Let me just grab my...measuring...and then I could...well, the sole would have to be thicker..."
"You want I should just sit here for now?"
"Hmm? Oh. Aye. Well, no. Get those shoes off. Now, then, where's my... ah! Got it. All right. Let's see what we can see!"
