“Nurse says you do,” said Amabel, nodding emphatically.
Jan was at a loss how to express the full inaccuracy of Nurse’s statement in polite language, so he was silent; rapidly adding tint to tint from his heap of leaves, whilst the birds sang overhead, and Amabel sat with her two bundles watching him.
“I thought you were an old man!” she said, at length.
“Oh, no, Miss,” said Jan, laughing.
“You don’t look very bad,” Amabel continued.
“I don’t think I be very bad,” said Jan, modestly.
Amabel’s next questions came at short intervals, like dropping shots.
“Do you say your prayers, Bogy?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Do you go to church, Bogy?”