"I realize some things that perhaps you do not.

But that is neither here nor there.

I do not wish Mary to go to school any more this spring.

That is all; and I think--it is sufficient." "Certainly." Aunt Jane's lips came together again grim and hard.
"Perhaps you will be good enough to say what she _shall_ do with her time." "Time?
Do?
Why--er--what she always does; read, sew, study--" "Study ?" Aunt Jane asked the question with a hateful little smile that Father would have been blind not to have understood.

And he was equal to it--but I 'most fell over backward when I found _how_ equal to it he was.
"Certainly," he says, "study.