Mr.Murdstone looks up.

I trip over another word.

Miss Murdstone looks up.

I redden, tumble over half-a-dozen words, and stop.

I think my mother would show me the book if she dared, but she does not dare, and she says softly: 'Oh, Davy, Davy!' 'Now, Clara,' says Mr.Murdstone, 'be firm with the boy.