Ellie grimaced. She knew enough about Noah Longbottom to avoid him: a nose picking toerag with big ears from a family of slummer's drudge. To be fair to Ellie, there was a tiny part of her that was intrigued by this new notion of making children. Maybe with the right man the experience wasn't so terrible. But like Anne said, Ellie had to be married first. Who would she marry? She was a junior domestic, hardly a desirable catch yet, and still too young to boot.

"So? Do ye know any nice boys then?"