THE new Church Visitor had just left after a twenty minutes’ call. During that time Mrs. Ashcroft had used such English as an elderly, experienced, and pensioned cook should, who had seen life in London. She was the readier, therefore, to slip back into easy, ancient Sussex (t’s softening to d's as one warmed) when the ’bus brought Mrs. Fettley from thirty miles away for a visit, that pleasant March Saturday.By RUDYARD KIPLING28 min
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