“So then”—with a playful air—“you can write?”
“Oh yes, and read, and cipher. I had good schooling.”
“And what are your accomplishments, Joseline?”
“Not much to brag about.”
“Still, I’m confident you are clever at some things.”
“I can sing, and play the concertina.”
“Oh, the concertina!” repeated Lady Mulgrave, with a faint shudder.
“And I can knit and dance; and I’m a good milker—if that counts.”
“So, then, you had a cow? Any pigs?”
“No. We had three, and sometimes four, cows. We kept the Rectory in milk, and the police barracks as well.”