CHAPTER VI. A QUESTION OF GRAMMAR
It was raining. It had been raining all morning. William was intensely bored with his family.
“ What can I do?” he demanded of his father for the tenth time.
“ Nothing! ” said his father fiercely from behind his newspaper.
William followed his mother into the kitchen.
“ What can I do?” he said plaintively.
“ Couldn’t you just sit quietly?” suggested his mother.
“ That’s not doin’ anything,” William said. “I could sit quietly all day,” he went on aggressively, “if I wanted.”
“ But you never do.”
“ No, ’cause there wouldn’t be any sense in it, would there?”
“ Couldn’t you read or draw or something?”
“ No, that’s lessons. That’s not doin’ anything!”
“ I could teach you to knit if you like.”
With on
