Lately he's got so he hangs around the house an awful lot, too, so I can't even do the things I did the first of the month.

I mean that I'd been playing some on the piano, along at the first, after school closed.

Aunt Jane was out in the garden a lot, and Father out to the observatory, so I just reveled in piano-playing till I found almost every time I did it that he had come back, and was in the library with the door open.

So I don't dare to play now.
And there isn't a blessed thing to do.

Oh, I have to sew an hour, and now I have to weed an hour, too; and Aunt Jane tried to have me learn to cook; but Susie (in the kitchen) flatly refused to have me "messing around," so Aunt Jane had to give that up.