All of this sounded like complete gibberish to Ruth. The names of the schools in the references didn't ring any bells to her. She didn't bother actively reading them further, because she was a very slow reader. And since when was being able to cook an accomplishment for a woman? What did 'educated' men brag about when applying for a job? Being able to wipe their own bottoms? Who even went to school to look after children? Rich people were absurd to the point that it was comical.

Ruth waved her hand. "I don't care that ye're new to this and I don't care about yer schools. Ye seem smart enough and to know how to act right and be patient, that's what I want for them. No school's gonna make a person into that. I want ye to treat them well - I don't mean mollycoddle them into wimps like most rich folk, but well looked after and no cruelty. I want them to learn to talk right and say thank you's and all of that, and to learn all the smart stuff as soon as they're able. Now my question was, what do you expect, in terms of pay? What's normal? And do ye expect me to arrange accommodation for ye? It would be easier if ye could find somethin' in yer own name."