"But, Mamma, I want them."
Never in her life had she wanted anything so much as those books.
"When will you learn not to want what isn't yours?"
"Mark doesn't want them, or he'd have taken them. He'd give them me if he was here."
"He isn't here. I won't have them touched till he comes back."
"But, Mamma darling, I may be dead. I've had to wait five years as it is."
"Wait? What for, I should like to know?"
"To learn Greek, of course."
Her mother's face shivered with repugnance. It was incredible that anybody should hate a poor dead language so.
"Just because Mark learnt Greek, you think you must try. I thought you'd grown out of all that tiresome affectation. It was funny when you were a little thing, but it isn't funny now."