Mrs. Beeler.
Points at his books.
Not even—them?
He goes to the alcove, takes the books from the shelf, raises the lid of the window-seat, and throws them in.
Mrs. Beeler points to the pictures of Darwin and Spencer.
Nor them?
He unpins the pictures, lays them upon the heap of books, and returns to her.
You don't know how happy that makes me!
They go out by the hall door, Martha, as she lowers the lid of the window-seat, points derisively at the heap.
Martha.