"What time do you usually go to bed?" she asked, presently, turning a page.
"When I feel sleepy."
"H'm! I think eight o'clock is a good time."
"It's pretty early," he said, wistfully.
"Your father, when he was your age, always went to bed at eight."
"Oh!"
"Aunt Jerusha will come presently and take you up-stairs."
"Aunt Jerusha!"
He dropped the Moral Tales on the floor. The terrifying black woman was his aunt!
"Oh, oh! that's not the way to treat books. The Ganos are always very careful of their books."