I--I'll hear her lessons myself--in the library, after I come home in the afternoon.

Now let us hear no more about it." With that he pushed back his plate, stuffed his astronomy paper into his pocket, and left the table, without waiting for dessert.

And Aunt Jane and I were left alone.
I didn't say anything.

Victors shouldn't boast--and I was a victor, of course, about the school.

But when I thought of what Father had said about my reciting my lessons to him every day in the library--I wasn't so sure whether I'd won out or not.