"If you want to talk," her aunt said, "you can repeat me the dates of the Kings of England, or the multiplication tables."
"Oh," cried Harebell, "I don't know any of them. I won't talk another word! I'll think hard instead."
The walk was over at last. They only met a few countrymen with waggons, and when Harebell returned home, she flew out to the garden, where Andy was weeding. Then her tongue rattled away at an alarming pace; but Andy talked quite as hard, and worked too.
"You'd best help me with my work if I help you with yours," he said.
"What is my work?" said Harebell.
"I should say 'twas tongue-wagging," said Andy promptly.
Harebell felt snubbed; but she set to weeding under his direction, and enjoyed herself thoroughly until tea-time.
Her aunt talked a little more to her then, and asked her many questions about her life in India.
She was astonished to hear that Harebell had never held a needle in her hand, and after tea was over, gave her her first lesson in sewing. At half-past seven she sent her to bed.
Upstairs Harebell told Goody what she thought of her first day in England.