"You've no idea how he scares me.

I have my lessons on the study piano generally, and if only he would sit still I shouldn't mind, but he _will_ get up and prowl about the room, and swing out his arms when he's explaining things; he only _just_ missed knocking over that pretty statuette of Venus the other day.

I'm sure if Miss Burd knew how he flourishes about, she wouldn't let him loose among her cherished ornaments!" "Perhaps he won't turn up to-day!" "Oh yes! He said he should make a point of buying a toy for his little boy.

If I break down suddenly in the midst of my piece, you'll know the reason.

I'm shaking now." "Poor old sport! Don't take it so hard!" By three o'clock the lecture hall was filled with what Lilias Ashby (who had undertaken to write a report for the school magazine) described as "a distinguished crowd." Fathers indeed were as few and far between as currants in a war pudding, but mothers, aunts, and sisters had responded nobly to the invitations, and were being conducted round by the girls to see their special exhibits.
Mrs.Saxon had been unable to come that afternoon, but Quenrede had turned up, looking very pretty in a plum-colored hat, and giving herself slight airs as of one who is now a finished young lady, and no longer a mere schoolgirl.