I'll put my question this way: Don't you ever knit or read or sew ?" "I do sew every day in Aunt Jane's room, ten minutes hemming, ten minutes seaming, and ten minutes basting patchwork squares together.

I don't know how to knit." "How about reading?
Don't you care for reading ?" "Why, of course I do.

I love it!" I cried.

"And I do read lots--at home." "At--_home_ ?" I knew then, of course, that I'd made another awful break.

There wasn't any smile around Father's eyes now, and his lips came together hard and thin over that last word.
"At--at _my_ home," I stammered.