I shook my head slowly and thoughtfully.
"I don't think I am home-sick, but I believe I am unhappy because I can't go and learn anything."
"Can't go and learn anything!" she repeated. "What on earth do you want to learn?"
I hesitated a little.
"I am sure I don't know. All I know is that I am frightfully silly."
"Well, I shouldn't say that," she replied good-naturedly. "I quite like the way you help me in the kitchen."
"Oh well, yes; but I mean that I don't know how to play the piano, nor how to speak French."
"But you do not need such things in service."
"Quite so; but I don't want to be in service."