We began cheerfully, one might almost say skittishly, but our light-heartedness was gone by the time the first potato was finished.

The more we peeled, the more peel there seemed to be left on; by the time we had got all the peel off and all the eyes out, there was no potato left--at least none worth speaking of.

George came and had a look at it--it was about the size of a pea-nut.

He said: "Oh, that won't do! You're wasting them.

You must scrape them." So we scraped them, and that was harder work than peeling.