Catherine pale cheeks pinkened. There was a pang of guilt when she observed the girl's dampened mood. But - Catherine quickly reasoned the uncomfortable sensation away - it was in Ellie's own best interest. She was acting as a friend to Ellie. A better friend than Ellie's fishlass friends who had probably encouraged vulgar manners all her life because they didn't know any better. Catherine knew better. So how could she leave poor Ellie in the dark?

But the drooped shoulders judged her. "I'm certain you'll be good at singing," she was quick to comment, hoping it would make Ellie (and herself) feel better. "You have a pleasant voice. Do you sing at all?"