Rather not! She took me for what I was, and let me see how she loved me.

That was the proper sort of help for me.

In some ways she made less of me than usual, but I could see why she did that; she saw I wanted letting alone, and she did it, bless her! Only on the last evening, a Sunday, as we walked back from church, she said-- "Are you glad or sorry to be going back to-morrow, Tom ?" "Sorry for some things--glad for others.

I fooled a bit last term, you know, mother." "Ah, well, sonny, it's part of the lessons of school to find out our mistakes now and then.

It was all new to you at first.