"Of course," I rejoined.
"And milk and butter——"
The milk might be right, but I wasn't so sure about the butter.
Amelia pounced on my hesitation.
"Why, I believe you don't know how to make one yourself, mum."
I was bound to confess that I didn't.
"My opportunities to cook have been few," I explained. "The little I know was learned at a cookery class."
Amelia sniffed derisively.
"And a lot you'd learn there, mum—hentries and hoary doves, I suppose?"
"Hoary doves!" I repeated wonderingly, and vaguely thinking of a very ancient white-haired dove.