Hadn't I better ?" His mother smiled and nodded as she said, sewing away at much-abused old Caesar, as if she loved him, "Do as you think best, dear.

I always want you at home, but I don't wonder you are rather tired of it after this long confinement." "I say, Jill, should I be in your way if I didn't go to school till the first of February ?" called Jack, laughing to himself at the absurdity of the question.
"Not much!" answered a glad voice from behind the screen, and he knew the sorrowful eyes were shining with delight, though he could not see them.
"Well, I guess I may as well, and get quite firm on my legs before I start.

Another week or so will bring me up if I study hard, so I shall not lose my time.

I'll tackle my Latin as soon as it's ready, mother." Jack got a hearty kiss with the neatly covered book, and Mamma loved him for the little sacrifice more than if he had won a prize at school.

He did get a reward, for, in five minutes from the time he decided, Jill was singing like a bobolink, and such a medley of merry music came from behind the screen, that it was a regular morning concert.