It was Ellie. Standing in the doorway, her face and hands were spotless per Christine's orders to wash regularly; her hair while tied with a ribbon was still bedeviled by the natural frizziness common to most of the Russell women. Christine's hair cream only did so much.

She wore her 'uniform' lilac dress and new boots with dark stockings. Her longtime homespun shawl wrapped around her shoulders was quite tatty in comparison, but there was sentimental value to it.

She was under orders from Christine to spend time with her family and be a child. Work could wait for a while.

"Aye up, Ed." The growing sound of a bubbling kettle distracted her, while she smelt the smells of home of fish, wet oakam, tea, and lard.