"How could she take a little house if she hadn't any money?
She told me she hadn't, and no friends, nor nobody, and she cried like anything--" He paused for breath, then concluded: "So we've got to be good now, and learn sums, and not make her jump.

Really and truly, we must." "I always thought you were very silly to make so much noise," said Helen in a superior fashion.

"You and Mary--babies!" "We're not babies," shouted Jeremy.
"Yes, you are." "No, we're not." Miss Jones was no longer the subject of the conversation.
That same day it happened that rumours were brought to Mrs.Cole through Rose, the housemaid, or some other medium for the first time, of Miss Jones's incapacity.
That evening Jeremy was spending his last half-hour before bedtime in his mother's room happily in a corner with his toy village.

He suddenly heard his mother say to Aunt Amy: "I'm afraid Miss Jones won't do.

I thought she was managing the children, but now I hear that she can't keep order at all.