Kate considers her reply to, sorting through assumed knowledge from her time with what she thinks Miss Jo is saying. That hesitation. All the jumble of times which she's still having a hard time getting her mind around.
"I wasn't quite offerin' myself as a maid, exactly. But more tryin' to describe what I can do, without havin' to list it all down the curtain." If she adds up all the chores, even with her assumptions of what a general domestic servant would do, it would be a lot.
"Most people don't have maids where I'm from, either. Can't afford it."
Where, not when, for when is still too darn strange.
Still, she puts the cushion down on the table Miss Jo's perched on and walks over to the board. Carefully, so carefully, she writes her name, room number, and then:
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"I wasn't quite offerin' myself as a maid, exactly. But more tryin' to describe what I can do, without havin' to list it all down the curtain." If she adds up all the chores, even with her assumptions of what a general domestic servant would do, it would be a lot.
"Most people don't have maids where I'm from, either. Can't afford it."
Where, not when, for when is still too darn strange.
Still, she puts the cushion down on the table Miss Jo's perched on and walks over to the board. Carefully, so carefully, she writes her name, room number, and then:
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