‘Thomas, are you still here? Did Father not ask you to move the cow to the other pasture?’The boy shoved his whittling in his pocket and left without a word.‘He’s such a dreamer,’ Marie Flora said. She put the bucket between them and went to a bin in the corner where she gathered an apron full of potatoes and put them beside the bucket. She handed Selina a knife. ‘‘Tis sharp. Mind you do not cut yourself.’Quite the little mother and not at all shy any more. Selina couldn’t help but smile. She watched the child peel her first tatty and then began to work on her own.‘Not sae deep,’ the girl said sharply.Selina looked up.‘You are cutting too much of the flesh,’ Marie Flora said. ‘There’ll be nothing left. Watch.’Clearly if she didn’t get this right her worth was going to go down in this young lady’s eyes. She watched closely, saw how she rested her thumb against the vegetable and skimmed the skin away.She tried again. This time she did better and the child nodded her satisfaction.
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