On the way he told me, with great glee, that his German governess was in bed with an awful sore throat; that he wasn't doing any lessons; that the sheepish hoverer was Milly's young man, and that the silly way they went on was enough to make one sick.
When he had fed everything feedable and ridden everything ridable, I drove him to the Wellington Road and deposited him with his parents.

I love a couple of hours with a child when it is thoroughly happy and on its best behaviour.

And the enjoyment is enhanced by the feeling of utter thankfulness that he is not my child, but somebody else's.
In the evening I read and meditated on the happiness of my lot.
The years of school drudgery have already lost their sharp edge of remembered definition, and sometimes I wonder whether it is I who lived through them.

I had not a care in the world, not a want that I could not gratify.

I thought of Judith.