Chapter three(2)
‘You would understand later, Miss Cecilia. I taught myself all this in my past, and you have to teach yourself also, though I would not mind giving a little help.’
‘Just call me Cecy. I will call you Ly in return.’
Cecy thought that her whole name with the formal entitlement of ‘miss’ sounded strange somehow. It must had been because she was used to being called Cecy for so long in her life, since she was a little girl.
(She could only remember one voice who had ever called her Miss Cecilia, in a lovely boyish voice of a child maybe about four years old. Probably a neighbour’s kid.)