"Is Nan Grant the cross old woman you used to live with?"
"Yes. How did you know she was cross?"
"Oh, my mother's been telling me about her. Well, I want to know if she didn't send you to school, or teach you anything?"
Gerty shook her head.
"Why, what lots you've got to learn! What did you used to do when you lived there?"
"Nothing."
"Never did anything; don't know anything; my gracious!"
"Yes, I do know one thing," said Gerty. "I know how to toast bread;—your mother taught me;—she let me toast some by the fire."
As she spoke, she thought of her own neglected toast, and turned towards the stove; but she was too late—the toast was made, the supper ready, and True was just putting it on the table.
"Oh, Uncle True," said she, "I meant to get the tea."