"Yes, please."
Amelia produced it. It was tied up in coils, and as she cut the string it shot across the kitchen floor and narrowly escaped my ankles. I didn't like the drain-bamboo at all, it was a nasty, sinuous thing, and I asked Amelia to remove it at once.
"Have you any further contrivances, I mean unusual ones, concealed about the premises?" I inquired.
"Them are not unusual. I can't think where you was brought up if you haven't seen a flue-brush before, mum."
"I was born in Westmoreland first and then Dorking."
Amelia looked at me.
"I mean I was born in Westmoreland and then removed to Dorking." Amelia flurries me so at times I hardly know what I am saying. "I never went into the kitchen much," I added apologetically.
"P'r'aps your ma helped the general?"
"Oh, no, we hadn't a general."
"No servant?" in great astonishment.