And I have had sets of the old papers by me for a guide.
Your mathematics are shaky--but I think you should do well enough." It was now Humility's turn, and the discussion plunged among shirts and collars.

Never had evening been so happy; and whether they talked of mathematics or of collars, Taffy could not help observing how from time to time his father's and mother's eyes would meet and say, as plainly as words, "We have done rightly." "Yes, we have done rightly." And the wonder of it remained next morning, when he awoke to a changed world and took down his books with a new purpose.
Already his box had been carried into old Mrs.Venning's room, and his mother and grandmother were busy, the one packing and repacking, the other making a new and important suggestion every minute.
He was to go up alone, and to lodge in Trinity College, where an old friend of Mr.Raymond's, a resident fellow just then abroad and spending his Long Vacation in the Tyrol, had placed his own room at the boy's service.
To see Oxford--to be lodging in college! He had to hug his mother in the midst of her packing.
"You will be going by the Great Western," she said.

"You won't be seeing Honiton on your way." When the great morning came, Mr.Raymond travelled with him in the van to Truro, to see him off.

Humility went upstairs to her mother's room, and the two women prayed together-- "They also serve who only stand and wait.".