"You can read, I suppose?" my governess went on.
"Yes, ma'am."
"And write, I suppose?"
"I do not think you would say I know how to write," I
answered. "I cannot do it at all well; and it takes me a long
time."
"Come back to the driving, Daisy," said Preston. "That is one
thing you do know. And English history, I will bear witness."
"What have you got there, Preston?" my aunt asked.
"Some hoarhound drops, mamma."
"You haven't a sore throat?" she asked eagerly.
"No, ma'am — not just now, but I had yesterday; and I thought
I would be provided."
"You seem provided for a long time —" Miss Pinshon remarked.
"Can't get anything up at Magnolia — except rice," said
Preston, after making the lady a bow which did not promise
good fellowship. "You must take with you what you are likely
to want there."
"You will not want all that," said his mother.
"No, ma'am, I hope not," said Preston, looking at his package
demurely. "Old uncle Lot, you know, always has a cough; and I
purpose delighting him with some of my purchases.
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