'Now look here, Frank, it's really worrying
me sick is this petition they're all on about. I
don't want you going and putting your mark
on it. It could be dangerous. We've never been ones for book
learning in our family. You can't write your name, no more
than I can.'
'Well, Mother,
that's where you're wrong,' Frank Sterndale waved his spoon
at her. 'I can write my name, and so can all the
melting team, now. Jess's been helping us. We've learnt
to make our marks, drawing out the letters in my clay pit.
Now what do you think of that?'
