"Yes—an' nurse the baby."
"Go on. Tot up what you can do. Honest. No lies, mind."
"Alright. Here goes. I can walk and run and swim; box and wrestle and fence; shoot a revolver, rifle, or big gun; push a perambulator, hand cart, or wheel barrow; drive a steam engine, horse, or a motor car; stroke a boiler, feed a baby, the missus, an' the kids; scrub a floor, table, or furniture; make and mend and wash my own clothes; light a fire, make tea, coffee, or cocoa; make the beds and clean the rooms; wash up dishes, lay the table and wait at same; clean the windows, paint a house, and walk along the roof." Here he started to digress. "I remember once in Hong Kong——"
"That'll do, I've heard all about Hong Kong. Let's hear about Bounce."
"There ain't much more that I can do," he said.
"Nonsense! you sing."
"Oh, yes! Sing a song, play the mouth organ. Catch fish (when they bite), dance the waltz, polka, hornpipe, quadrilles, lancers, and schottische." He paused.
"Go on."
"There ain't no more. Oh, yes! read an' write an' do sums." He scratched his head. "Sometimes," he added.
"I said no lies."