He looked down at his roses, hoping that his teacher would not notice the tears in his eyes. No, indeed, I wouldn't. . You're so good at understanding, teacher. Father understood pretty well, but still I couldn't talk much to him about mother, because it made him feel so bad. When he put his hand over his face I always knew it was time to stop.
Grandmothers are better, next to mothers.
Someday, when I'm brought up, I'll go back to father and we're never going to be parted again. Paul had talked so much to Anne about his mother and father that she felt as if she had known them. I never got really acquainted with him until after my little mother died. But he's splendid when you do get to know him. I love him the best in all the world, and Grandma Irving next, and then you, teacher.