He just said, "Good-morning, Mary," and began to read his paper.

And he read his paper all through breakfast without saying another word to me.

Then he got up and went into the library, and I never saw him again all day except at dinner-time and supper-time, and _then_ he didn't talk to me.
But after supper he took me out again to see the stars, and he was just as nice and friendly as could be.

Not a bit like a man that's only a father by order of the court.

But the next day--! Well--and that's the way it's been all the week.