Recite lessons to my father?
Why, I couldn't even imagine such a thing! Aunt Jane didn't say anything either.

I guess she didn't know what to say.

And it was kind of a queer situation, when you came right down to it.

Both of us sitting there and knowing I wasn't going back to school any more, and I knowing why, and knowing Aunt Jane didn't know why.
(Of course I hadn't told Aunt Jane about Mother and Mrs.Mayhew.) It would be a funny world, wouldn't it, if we all knew what each other was thinking all the time?
Why, we'd get so we wouldn't do anything _but_ think--for there wouldn't any of us _speak_ to each other, I'm afraid, we'd be so angry at what the other was thinking.
Well, Aunt Jane and I didn't speak that night at the supper-table.

We finished in stern silence; then Aunt Jane went upstairs to her room and I went up to mine.