"I'm sorry Kathleen's mother is probably going to die, but I've had enough geography, too." "Mrs.Severn's mother died on Friday," said the housekeeper solemnly.
The children paused, serious for a moment in the presence of the incomprehensible.
"We're sorry," said Geraldine slowly....

"When is Kathleen coming back ?" "Perhaps to-night, dearie----" Scott impatiently detached the schoolroom globe from its brass axis: "I'm sorry, too," he said; "but I'm tired of lessons.

Now, Mrs.Farren, watch me! I'm going to kick a goal from the field.

Here, you hold it, Geraldine; Mrs.Farren, you had better try to block it and cheer for Yale!" Geraldine seized the globe, threw herself flat on the floor, and, head on one side, wriggled, carefully considering the angle.

Then, tipping the globe, she adjusted it daintily for her brother to kick.
"A little higher, please; look out there, Mrs.Farren!" said Scott calmly; "Harvard is going to score this time.