Her habitually slow, steady eye was troubled, and she cast a furtive glance around her before she searched him with her glance.

Without knowing why, yet vaguely fearing that he did, he became still more embarrassed, and in the very egotism of awkwardness, stammered without a further salutation: "A disgraceful thing has happened last night, and I'm up early to find the perpetrator.
My desk was broken into, and"-- "I know it," she interrupted, with a half-impatient, half uneasy putting away of the subject with her little hand--"there--don't go all over it again.

Paw and Maw have been at me about it all night--ever since those Harrisons in their anxiousness to make up their quarrel, rushed over with the news.

I'm tired of it!" For an instant he was staggered.

How much had she learned! With the same awkward indirectness, he said vaguely, "But it might have been YOUR letters, you know ?" "But it wasn't," she said, simply.