"Put that away; don't leave it standing there!"
And he turned and left the room quickly.
"Put it away," cried Aymer; "that I won't!"
"Yet it would be better, Aymer," said Clarice; "and I cannot help being glad that he misses her, and cares."
"Cares! He cares because his books and papers are no longer put by for him; that's about all he cares, Clarice."
"Oh, Aymer! I thought he looked very sad. Agnes, do you see that green book on the shelf in the corner? That's the book, and here are the papers in my basket. Here, Aggie, run to the study with them."
"But, Clarice, I'm afraid."
"Oh, you need not be a bit afraid, unless you're a little goosie. Run, now; you know you've got to be my feet, because I haven't any of my own."
The child went; and while she was absent, Clarice said, gravely, "I think we ought to make a resolution never to say anything of papa that mother would have checked us for. If we give ourselves the habit, it won't make things easier, and Agnes ought not to hear it; besides, it is wrong."
"So it is," said Aymer, briefly; "I won't do it again, Clarice."