"Not that I'd be able to read it, do'ee ken?" she points out, wrinkling her nose at Caspian. Susan shakes her head, sending her braid falling forward over her shoulder, and turns back to Cornelius to explain.

"We'd no books in Hambry, not really, not more than a very few. My da' had the ledgers for the stockline records, and that were all. Books, true books, were precious as gold."