upbringing, poor chit, how could he blame her? âI suppose,â he began, âyou have never been taughtââ
âThen you can sâpose again! And donât be thinking as Iâm a iggerant gypsy trollop!â
âAs if I would! Do not say such things!â
âYou says I ainât been taught,â she said fiercely. âYe think I cannot do nothingâdonât know nothing! Well, I can do things! All kinds oâ things what you couldnât do! Like ⦠like finding food when there ainât none. And getting fires to burn when the woodâs wet. And how to turn a shirt so itâll last twice as long; and how much to pay them as asks five times what they ought for a loaf of bread!â
âPoor little creature,â he thought. âWhat a dreadful life she has led.â And he asked gently. âHow much would you pay them, Amy?â
At once the flashing eyes were softened by mirth. A dimple peeped, and she said mischievously, âNothing, of course! Iâd prig the loaf.â Her amusement faded. âAnd there ye go, looking down yer nose at me! Well, Iâd like to see yer fine ladies go on living without no roofs over their heads, or if there wasnât no one to wait on âem hand and hoof, and kiss theirââ She saw Glendenningâs covert grin and broke off, biting her lip. Before he could comment, however, she went on proudly. âI can write, too! Writ a letter I did! And sent it off! And I can read! Look hereâ¦!â With a swirl of skirts she ran to the piled crates where were her brush and comb and the little mirror. She pulled open a makeshift door on a lower crate, revealing several books neatly propped with a brick. She took out a much worn and dog-eared Bible and flew back to flourish it under Glendenningâs nose. âOpen it! Go on! Open it anywhere, and Iâll read it!â
âAmy, my dear child, I did not meanââ
With an exclamation of impatience she opened the Bible, closed her eyes, and stabbed a finger at the page. âThere! Now ye cannot say as I chose a bit I knows by heart.â She bent her head and began to read slowly and with a painful care that he thought ineffably touching.
ââLet him that stoled steal no more, but rayâra-ther ⦠let him ⦠la-bourâââ Belatedly, the meaning of the words dawned on her. Moaning, she stopped reading.
Glendenning struggled to contain his hilarity.
Amy lay down the Bible, put both hands over her face, then peeped at him from between her fingers.
He was undone, and shouted with laughter. âIf ever ⦠I saw justice ⦠meted out.â
She tried to keep a sober face, but his mirth was contagious and soon her clear peals were mingling with his deeper laugh. How it came about, she could not have told, but somehow she was perched on his knee, his arm around her waist.
âWell now, Mistress Consett,â he said. âAnd are you properly chastised?â
She smiled into his laughing face. âYe won that hand, all right.â
âPerhaps. But although you were hoist with your own petard, you proved your point, maâam. You can read. Your uncle warrants a medal for teaching you so well.â
Her eyes searched his face. She said with sudden desperate intensity, âYe ainât aâmocking of me, lordship? Did I read it right?â
âYou did indeed.â
âAh, but I made mistakes, didnât I?â She sighed, and said disconsolately, ââStoledâ didnât sound just right, and I said âratherâ wrong at first.â
âYes. But you corrected yourself.â
She sprang up, and said passionately, âIf only I knowed how to read better!â
ââKnew,â pretty one. Not âknowed.ââ
âThere! You see! But âtis cruel hard. Thereâs so much to learn!â
âFor all of us, child.
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