“Know, ignorant creature,” replied Charlotte, with mock solemnity, “that lansquenet can be played, and that tradesmen’s bills can be put behind the fire.”
“Then you mean, I suppose, that he games, and does not pay his debts?”
“That is about the etiquette, (Note 1.) my charmer.”
“Well, I don’t know what you call that down in the South,” said I, “but up here in Cumberland we do not call it honesty.”
“The South! Oh, hear the child!” screamed Charlotte. “She thinks Derbyshire is in the South!”
“They teach the children so, my dear, in the Carlisle schools,” suggested Hatty.
“I don’t know what they teach in the Carlisle schools,” I said, “for I did not go there. But if Derbyshire be not south of Cumberland, I haven’t learned much geography.”
“Oh dear, how you girls do chatter!” cried Sophy, coming up to us. “I wish one or two of you would think a little more about what wants doing. Cary, you might have made the turnovers for supper. I am sure I have enough on my hands.”
“But, Sophy, I do not know how,” said I.
“Then you ought, by this time,” she answered. “Do not know how to make an apple turnover! Why, it is as easy as shutting your eyes.”