She had heard of La Fleur, whose fame had spread through and about Thorbury.
"Sit down, mum," said she.

"This isn't much of a kitchen, for I haven't had time to clane it up, an' as for me, I'm not much of a cook, nather; for when ye have to be iverything, ye can't be anything to no great ixtent." La Fleur, still standing, looked at her severely.
"How often do you bake ?" she asked.
"Three times a week," answered Molly, lying.
"The ladies upstairs," said La Fleur, "have been accustomed to fresh rolls every morning for their breakfast." "An' afther this, they shall have 'em," said Molly, "Sundays an' weekday, an' sorry I am that I didn't know before that they was used to have 'em." "How do you make your coffee ?" asked La Fleur.
Molly looked at her hesitatingly.
"I am very keerful about that," she said.

"I niver let it bile too much--" "Ugh!" exclaimed La Fleur, raising her hand.

"Tell your mistress to get you a French coffee-pot, and if you don't know how to use it, I'll come and teach you.

I shall be here off and on as long as Mrs.Drane stops in this house." And then, seating herself, La Fleur proceeded to put Molly through an elementary domestic service examination.
"Well," said the examiner, when she had finished, "I think you must be the worst cook in this part of the country." "No, mum, I'm not," said Molly.