"Ye're a right angel," Bill replied. "I'm sure t' two of ye will be great friends. She's a sweetheart and right clever like yerself. She's a pupil teacher, as I'm sure Joe told ye. Gonna be a real teacher if she can get the Queen's scholarship. She works 'ard for it too." It was clear from the way Bill spoke and the way his eyes lit up that young Kate was his pride. "It's just that she's poor at needlework. Strange lass, that. Got a mind for numbers and math and all that 'ard stuff, and the neatest handwriting ye'll ever see. But put a needle in 'er hands and she's more likely to poke 'erself than t' fabric." He shook his head and shoved some more chips into his mouth for comfort at this one disappointment with Kate.