But I should like it to be understood that either your mother or I must have some knowledge of your movements." "Mother knew quite well I was going!" I exclaimed "Why, I've got a parcel to take to Mrs.Wood from her." "Very good.

There's no occasion to display temper.

Shut the door after you." I shut it very gently.

(If three years at Crayshaw's had taught me nothing else, it had taught me much self-control.) Then I got away to the first hiding-place I could find, and buried my head upon my arms.
Would not a beating from Snuffy have been less hard to bear?
Surely sore bones from those one despises are not so painful as a sore heart from those one loves.
Our household affections were too sound at the core for the mere fact of displeasing my father not to weigh heavily on my soul.

But I could not help defending myself in my own mind against what I knew to be injustice.
Jem "frank with his father"?
Well he might be, when our father's partiality met him half-way at every turn.