"It wor she taught _me_," she said, nodding at Marcella and pointing sideways to Mrs.Patton.

"She had a queer way wi' the hard words, I can tell yer, miss.

When she couldn't tell 'em herself she'd never own up to it.

'Say Jerusalem, my dear, and pass on.' That's what she'd say, she would, sure's as you're alive! I've heard her do it times.

An' when Isabella an' me used to read the Bible, nights, I'd allus rayther do 't than be beholden to me own darter.