Premise: Charlotte had always been very careful not to let the Pretty Lady see her , but today , after the Pretty Lady had gone past , Charlotte leaned out of the gap to watch her as far as she could .<br>And just at that very moment the Pretty Lady looked back ; and there , peering at her from the asylum fence , was a little scrap of a girl , with mouse-coloured hair and big freckles , and the sweetest , brightest , most winsome little face the Pretty Lady had ever seen .
Hypothesis: The Pretty Lady was in her 30s.