Not until the sun-bonnet dropped did he take up the answer to her question.
"I don't know much, but what I do know I have learned out of your Uncle Andrew's books." "Do you know my Uncle Andrew?
What a strange man he is! He never comes here, and we never go there, and my mother never speaks to him, and my father doesn't often have anything to say to him.

And so you have been at his house.

They say he has all up-stairs full of books, and ever so many cats and dogs and birds and squirrels about.

But I thought he never let anybody go up-stairs." "He lets me," said August, when she had ended her speech and dropped her sun-bonnet again out of the range of his eyes, which, in truth, were too steadfast in their gaze.

"I spend many evenings up-stairs." August had just a trace of German in his idiom.
"What makes Uncle Andrew so curious, I wonder ?" "I don't exactly know.