So she only shoved Norman, and asked him to come.
"Presently," he said.
"What have you here ?" said she, poking her head into the book.

"Oh! no wonder you can't leave off.

I've been wanting you to read it all the week." She read over him a few minutes, then recoiled: "I forgot, mamma told me not to read those stories in the morning.

Only five minutes, Norman." "Wait a bit, I'll come." She fidgeted, till Mr.Ernescliffe asked Norman if there was a table of logarithms in the house.
"Oh, yes," she answered; "don't you know, Norman?
In a brown book on the upper shelf in the dining-room.

Don't you remember papa's telling us the meaning of them, when we had the grand book-dusting ?" He was conscious of nothing but his book; however, she found the logarithms, and brought them to Mr.Ernescliffe, staying to look at his drawing, and asking what he was making out.