Katrina waited where she was for the tutor to emerge from his room. Despite her usual informal behavior, there were things the girl wouldn't do. One of them was to enter the teacher's room for any reason other than her classes. For any other purpose, the girl usually either called out for Mr. Ray or stalked him at some area of the house, when she wanted to ask questions a girl wasn't supposed to ask.<br/><br/>At the present moment, though, the girl did not want to ask about business or military ranks, or anything related to what her father called "matters only suitable for gentlemen". She had much more serious worries in mind.<br/><br/>As the teacher asked that question, Katrina discreetly stomped her foot on the floor, only the movement of her skirts denouncing the gesture she had the habit of making when she was upset. It was one of the quirks her father wanted to get rid of before marrying her off.<br/><br/>After this, the girl took a deep breath and fixed the position of her necklace, to calm herself down. Her cheeks were still somewhat rosy when she brought herself to reply. "You may assist me in telling me why my sister's hands have been caned."<br/><br/>Despite her best efforts to sound annoyed, the girl sounded hurt. "She is but a child. Yes, I do know children need discipline, but this is barbaric. Cruel. Why would one teach children when he obviously does not like them? A simple verbal correction would suffice. A few hours writing lines, something other than hurting her." The girl took a deep breath, the tip of her nose turning slightly redder. It was usually a sign Miss McMillan was about to shed tears, but she tried to hold them back. "I am sorry, sir. I did not mean to teach you how to do your work. I simply want to let you know that I am<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">very</span></span>upset at the thought of my sister's tiny hands being caned. And that I think you are a very bad man. Good day, sir."