"But didn't you get lonely during the long winters, especially in the evenings?"
"Not at all. We had our violins, and it was so nice to sit and play before the bright open fire. We had our books, too, and often a game of chess."
"Books!" the nurse exclaimed in surprise. "Do you mean that you read them yourself?"
"Certainly," and Nance laughed at the other's astonishment.
"But how did you learn to read?"
"My father taught me, as he taught me everything else."
"He must be a remarkable man, and I should like to meet him."
"Indeed he is, and he has always been so good to me."
"You haven't told me his name yet, have you?"
"It is Martin."