“Why did you like this one?” inquired Miss Watts.
She was so used to the lack of manners in the children she taught, that this one seemed no worse than usual.
“Because she was young and could swim and ride and tell me stories.”
“I’m too old to swim and ride, but I can tell stories.”
She went on with her unpacking.
“What kinds of stories?”
“All kinds. I know hundreds of stories. Can you read?”
“I know letters, and ‘cat’ and ‘rat,’ but I can’t read big books. Let’s hear you tell a story.”
“I will, with pleasure, when I finish here.”