My professor said to-day that it would have been better for me to remain in the pastoral fields of my native village, than to have sought the dust-laden corners of town.
But I answered: 'Unfortunately the Latin language does not sprout from the pastoral fields, professor.'" "Oh, I hope you did not answer that," the mother said, quite frightened.
"Oh yes, but only in my thoughts! Please, mother, don't worry about me," Dino implored.
"I am afraid that your professor is right," the mother said with a sigh.

"But I have a plan which we shall talk over to-night.

I shall also talk over our guardian's proposal, girls.

Please try not to look so terribly unhappy, for everything is not yet lost." "Oh, it will come to that in the end," said Nika, leaving the room.
"Yes, and much worse, I guess," said Agnes.

Violently pushing her chair in place, she departed, after thrusting her music into a folder.
"What can be worse than when all is lost ?" Dino called after her.