But, of course, I didn't.

I just clapped like the rest; only I wished my hands were big like the man's next to me, so I could have made more noise.
Another man spoke then, a little (not near so good as Father), and then it was all over, and everybody got up to go; and I saw that a lot of folks were crowding down the aisle, and I looked and there was Father right in front of the platform shaking hands with folks.
I looked at Mother then.

Her face was all pinky-white, and her eyes were shining.

I guess she thought I spoke, for all of a sudden she shook her head and said: "No, no, I couldn't, I couldn't! But _you_ may, dear.

Run along and speak to him; but don't stay.