"We have plenty of time," he said, encouragingly; "besides I don't suppose you have ever read a trade journal before."
"No, sir; I have not," she replied.
She continued to scan the sheets, then suddenly she gave a little cry of pleasure.
"Have you found it?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Now look for these words," he said in English: "Linen, Hemp, Jute, Sacks, Twine."
"But, sir, you know English," she cried, involuntarily.
"Five or six words of the trade; that is all, unfortunately," he replied.
When she had found what he required she commenced her translation, but she was so hopelessly slow, hesitating and confused, that in a few moments the beads of perspiration stood out on her forehead and hands from sheer agony, despite the fact that from time to time he encouraged her.
"That will do. I understand that ... go on," he said.