Ellie meekly followed the older woman to the piano as instructed. Everything felt overwhelming to her, so simply following felt best. She cocked her head slightly to one side at the question. Reading notes? Her palms began to heat up as the young girl was put on the spot to answer. Ellie was practicing her reading, but this reading notes lark, was that same thing as reading words? Must be. The confusion paralyzed her. If she blurted out an answer, Miss Catherine would surely scold her.

“Yes, Miss. My employer leaves notes for me all the time,” she answered politely. Miss Catherine couldn't be mad at her for that.