How long has it been going on, Sue ?" "He's been acting foolish for a month, but it gets worse all the time.
He moons around the house, with his head in the clouds, and sits up half the night hanging out of his window.

He has raked out all those silly old poetry-books of yours, and I find them strewn all over the house.

Here's one now; look at those pencil-marks all round the margin!" "Some of the marks were there before," said the judge, as he read the title.
"Then there are more fools than one in the world.

Here is where he has turned down a leaf.

Now just read that bosh and nonsense!" The judge took the book from her hand and read with a reminiscent smile: "When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved, Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee then; Or if from their slumber the veil be removed, Weep o'er them in silence and close it again.
And, oh! if 't is pain to remember how far From the pathway of light he was tempted to roam, Be it bliss to remember that thou wert the star That arose on his darkness and guided him home." The judge paused, with his eyes on the fire; then he said: "I think I'll wait up for the boy to-night, Sue.