The very first day he came, Aunt Hattie told me never to talk to Charles, or bother him with questions; that it was better he should keep his mind entirely on his driving.
She needn't have worried.

I should never dream of asking him the things I did Peter.

He's too stupid.

Now Peter and I got to be real good friends--until all of a sudden Grandpa told him he might go.

I don't know why.
I don't see as I'm any nearer finding out who Mother's lover will be than I was four months ago.