Elizabeth shrugged.
"I mainly just had my books and my diary. My mother would not let me near the family piano. She didn't want me anywhere near music. My father rarely let me go out into the orchards...too dirty, he says."
She paused and took a breath.
"..and you?"










James sighed.
"I was not in the mood for it for some reason. I was watching you for a bit, but then I felt weird and had to look away."
He blushed after admitting that.