"I should think so. Was the cut on your head very bad?"
"The doctor sewed it up. It's all right."
He spoke gently, and lay back quietly on his pillows. Mary sat down beside the sofa and picked up a book that lay open on the floor.
"Greek—a nice time for you to be reading Greek!" she remarked.
Hilary smiled.
"How are you getting on with it?" he asked.
"Oh, I can pretty nearly write the alphabet," she smiled too. "I practise when I have time. And I'm going to teach it to James when he's old enough."
"They say John Stuart Mill could read Greek when he was three."
"Then I don't see why James shouldn't."