"It's no use having a young girl." "Miss Jones easily escapes that charge," said Uncle Samuel, who had met her in the hall.
The children were prepared to be good.

Jeremy felt that it was time to take life seriously.

He put away his toy village, scolded Hamlet for eating Mary's pincushion, and dragged out his dirty exercise-book in which he did sums.
"I do hate sums!" he said, with a sigh, regarding the hideous smudges of thumbs and tears that scored the page.

"I shall never understand anything about them." "I'll help you," said Mary, who was greatly excited at the thought of a governess.

"We'll do them together." "No we won't," said Jeremy, who hated to be dependent.
"I'll learn it myself--if only the paper didn't get dirty so quickly." "Mother says," remarked Helen, "that she's had a very hard life, and no one's ever been kind to her.