"Oh, no; Mary is not going to school to-morrow morning." He looked down to his paper and began to read again.

For him the subject was very evidently closed.

But for Aunt Jane it was _not_ closed.
"You don't mean, Charles, that she is not to go to school at all, any more," she gasped.
"Exactly." Father read on in his paper without looking up.
"But, Charles, to stop her school like this!" "Why not?
It closes in a week or two, anyway." Aunt Jane's lips came together hard.
"That's not the question at all," she said, cold like ice.

"Charles, I'm amazed at you--yielding to that child's whims like this--that she doesn't want to go to school! It's the principle of the thing that I'm objecting to.

Do you realize what it will lead to--what it--" "Jane!" With a jerk Father sat up straight.