Of course he did not tell on Terry, but he made it clear that he was ashamed of himself, and that he would now conform.

As to the language--we all fell upon it with redoubled energy.
They brought us books, in greater numbers, and I began to study them seriously.
"Pretty punk literature," Terry burst forth one day, when we were in the privacy of our own room.

"Of course one expects to begin on child-stories, but I would like something more interesting now." "Can't expect stirring romance and wild adventure without men, can you ?" I asked.

Nothing irritated Terry more than to have us assume that there were no men; but there were no signs of them in the books they gave us, or the pictures.
"Shut up!" he growled.

"What infernal nonsense you talk! I'm going to ask 'em outright--we know enough now." In truth we had been using our best efforts to master the language, and were able to read fluently and to discuss what we read with considerable ease.
That afternoon we were all sitting together on the roof--we three and the tutors gathered about a table, no guards about.