Jeanie sighed.
Avery laid down her work with quiet decision, and went to her side.

"What is worrying you, dear ?" she asked gently.

"I'm not a great French scholar, but I think I may be able to help." "Thank you," said Jeanie, in her voice of tired courtesy.

"You mustn't help me.

No one must." "I can find the words you don't know in the dictionary," said Avery.
"No, thank you," said Jeanie.