“I don’t know. I wanted to come down here.”
“Is that a compliment to us?”
“I say, I’ve had a bicycle lesson.”
Both faces came up eagerly.
“You remember; that extraordinary woman I met at the Royal Institution.”
The faces looked at each other.
“Oh you know; I told you about it—the two lessons she didn’t want.”
“Go on my child; we remember; go on.”
Miriam sat eating her beef.
“Go on Miriam. You’ve really had a lesson. I’m delighted my child. Tell us all about it.”