<span style="color: #40BF00">Ann chuckled. "I've noticed. You sing much to high for your voice. You stretch it to much to sound very good," Ann says as she dumps her own basket of laundry into the hot soapy water. She starts singing a local folk song, timing it so that she settle into a rhythm with the washing.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Antoinette happened to be walking past the study when she caught her father looking at the garish portrait. She had always thought that he should have another one done, one more true to himself. "That thing is hideous father. Who ever did that missed you completely, both in physical looks and expression. I have never look so angry in your life." <br/><br/>Antoinette remembered when that thing had been revealed. Both herself and Allen had been confused at why the painter had done Edward's muscles so. Father isn't that muscular, and had probably never borne an expression like that in his life. At least not around his children, and probably a good deal of his servants. Because of their manners they didn't laugh to loud at the unveiling due the fact a represenative was there. It would have gotten them scolded by their governess. </span>