“There was a little pause.
“‘Then you would like to have me go to school,’ said Sue; ‘and I can’t.’
“‘And if you could I shouldn’t have the pleasure of teaching you myself,’ said the cobbler. ‘I can bear that.’
“‘But then I can’t learn so many things,’ said Sue.
“‘Of one kind you can’t, and of another kind you can,’ said her father. ‘I don’t believe there’s a school-girl in Beachhead that can broil a blue fish as you can.’
“‘O father!—but then you shewed me how.’
“‘Do you think broiling blue fish comes by nature?’ said the cobbler. ‘I can tell you there are many people that can’t learn it at all. And that’s only one of your accomplishments.’
“‘O father!’ said Sue again, smiling a little.
“‘You can nurse a sick mother, and mend a hole in your father’s coat, and put up a room, and make a bed, with anybody.’