He is very upset about the whole affair, and I am afraid he thinks very badly of poor Reuben's prospects.
I only trust he may be wrong! Oh dear! What a dreadful thing it is, to be sure!" Here the poor lady halted to mop her eyes elaborately, to the surprise and manifest scorn of a passing errand boy.
"He was very thoughtful and sympathetic--Walter, I mean, you know," pursued Mrs.Hornby, "and most helpful.

He asked me all I knew about that horrid little book, and took down my answers in writing.

Then he wrote out the questions I was likely to be asked, with my answers, so that I could read them over and get them well into my head.

Wasn't it good of him! And I made him print them with his machine so that I could read them without my glasses, and he did it beautifully.

I have the paper in my pocket now." "I didn't know Mr.Walter went in for printing," I said.