She, too, trembles like a child.

She follows him with her looks, she whispers to him a word when he hesitates, but so low that he reads it on her lips, and the father hears nothing.

Poor man! Sorry indeed he would have been to have had it supposed that he had perceived the mother's trick.

He was himself trembling, too, lest the child should not know his lesson.

What a disappointment it would have been to the mother! For a fortnight before she had taken baby every night on her knees and said, 'Now begin your fable.' She had taught it him verse by verse with the patience of an angel, and she had encouraged him to learn it with many a sugarplum.