To Geoffrey’s astonishment Miss Priscilla put her hands behind, and began, with her mouth full of bread and butter—
“Flanges and metacarpals, hands and feet; tibia, fibula, femur, scapular, clavicle, ulna, radius, costa—vertebra—maxillary—minimum—Please, ma, I don’t know any more;” and Miss Priscilla sat down suddenly and took another bite of her bread and butter.
“Bravo!” laughed Geoffrey. “Well, young lady, I don’t think I could have remembered so many.”
“She knows her muscles too,” said Mrs Rumsey.
“Yes, but we won’t have them now,” said the doctor, quietly.
“Ah,” sighed Mrs Rumsey, who felt injured, “but it is a very large family.”
“Yes, but they look so healthy,” continued Geoffrey. “Eh, coffee not strong enough, Mrs Rumsey? It’s delicious. What beautiful butter?”
Mrs Rumsey seemed softened by her guest’s homeliness.
“I wish I was as healthy,” she sighed.
“So do I,” said Geoffrey. “I’ll be bound to say papa does not waste much medicine on them.”