“Ye did no’ mention yer sister was yer twin. She seems much different than you.” “Oh aye,” she muttered, distractedly. “We are twins in countenance, not character, as Mother used to say.” “So she is no’ like ye?” he asked carefully. “Oh nay,” she said on a laugh, tipping her head farther back to look at the cloth. “We are like night and day. Cat was always chatty and charming while I was quiet and more reserved. Mother used to say Cat was a peacock, and I more a—oh,” she said softly.
