Isobel, who had really a budding talent for mathematics, worked out the sum, or rather the sums, without difficulty and then, with guile acquired under the governess regime, made him copy them and destroyed all traces of her own handiwork.
"Are you as stupid at everything as you are at sums ?" she asked when he had finished, rising from the chair and seating herself on the edge of the table.
"What a rude thing to ask! Of course not," he replied indignantly.

"I am very good at Latin and history, which I like.

But you see father doesn't care much for them.

He was a Wrangler, you know." "A Wrangler! How dreadful.

I suppose that is why he argues so much in his sermons.