I was playing with Sally or with the boys in the school yard.
The Senator tested my arithmetic and grammar and geography as we rode along in the darkness and said by and by: "You'll have to work hard, Bart.

You'll have to take your book into the field as I did.

After every row of corn I learned a rule of syntax or arithmetic or a fact in geography while I rested, and my thought and memory took hold of it as I plied the hoe.

I don't want you to stop the reading, but from now on you must spend half of every evening on your lessons." We got home at half past eight and found my aunt greatly worried.

She had done the chores and been standing in her hood and shawl on the porch listening for the sound of the wagon.