She had the paper in her hand, looking at it, when I came into the room; but as soon as she saw me she laid it right down quick on the table.

If she hadn't been quite so quick about it, and if she hadn't looked quite so queer when she did it, I wouldn't have thought anything at all.

But when I went over to the table after she had gone, and saw the paper with Father's picture right on the first page--and the biggest picture there--I knew then, of course, what she'd been looking at.
I looked at it then, and I read what it said, too.

It was lovely.

Why, I hadn't any idea Father was so big.