Emily. Us knows what fine promises lead to.
Clara. But I mean it. Do let me help a little.
Emily. See them taters?
Clara. Yes.
Emily. Take and peel and wash them and get them ready against when I wants to cook them.
Clara. [A little doubtfully.] Yes—I’ll—I’ll try—
Emily. Ah, ’tis just as I thought. You’re one of them who would stir the fire with a silver spoon rather nor black their hands with the poker.
Clara. [Eagerly.] No, no—it isn’t that. I’ll gladly do them. Come, Miss Jessie, you will shew me if I do them wrongly, won’t you?
Jessie. O yes, I’ll help you because I like you, Joan.
Robin. I’ll help too, when I have finished looking at my book.