And in spite of being Mary just now, I let Marie have her way.
Rush after him and tell him he'd forgotten to hear my lessons?
_Father_?
Well, I guess not! Besides, it wasn't my fault.

_I_ was there all ready.

It wasn't my blame that he wasn't there to hear me.
But he might remember and come back.

Well, if he did, _I'd_ be there.
So I went to one of those bookcases and pulled out a touch-me-not book from behind the glass door.

Then I sat down and read till the supper-bell rang.
Father was five minutes late to supper.