Ellie popped a sweet into her mouth, lemon again, and considered her friend's question gazing out onto the water.

"Always a maid? I don't think so. I'd love to meet a handsome man. Rich'd be nice. Be courted proper like and wed. White dress, church bells, you know the whole thing. Like yer sister had." she trailed off, her words lost in a world that was not yet reality. "What about ye? I've seen the way some of the fisherlads look at ye."