The tolling of the shop bell was a well trained signal to young Ellie to stop whatever task she was doing and answer whoever had entered. She did enjoy greeting the customers, especially the regulars, but even those who did not purchase anything, it was still nice to chat.

"Good morning Miss, welcome to Pennyweather's Books. Are yuw looking for something special?" She asked. Ellie was no longer just the maid that Miss Pennyweather had hired out of pity. Her efforts to elevate were showing slowly in the softness of the Ellie's accent and crispness of her letters.

Regardless Ellie's attention in the moment was captivated by the new arrival's clothes. What puffy sleeves this girl had, Ellie pondered silently, her eyes darting to the puff-less sleeves of her lilac work dress.