"Good morning, new master," she answered in a voice faint from disuse. "I do like to work here. I have no com-com...." She stumbled over the unfamiliar word.
"What is your name?"
"Jo."
"Jo what?"
"Jo." He detected a look of fright in her blue eyes.
"Would you like to leave this place?"
"No!" With a gasp Jo dropped her eyes and sorted with increased speed. Jonathan thought of the fluttering canaries.
"Would you like a holiday, Jo?"
She did not answer. Her face was white and her breath jerked.
"Better leave her alone, sir," said Tom; "you're getting her all upset. Come. I'll show you the mine."