It was the first time I had ever had a chance to tell anything on him, and I was inexpressibly glad.
I told him I was going to tell on him, but he was not disturbed.

When my mother came in and saw the bowl lying on the floor in fragments, she was speechless for a minute.

I allowed that silence to work; I judged it would increase the effect.

I was waiting for her to ask "Who did that ?"--so that I could fetch out my news.

But it was an error of calculation.