“Next time any of them mark an assignment from you, I should like to look them over,” Phineas decided. “To sample your work and theirs.” Two birds, one stone. (Or rather, two birds’ competence he didn’t particularly trust.)
“You needn’t bring them directly. Send them by owl, if you like.” This, at least, would spare him any regular conversation with his son. He had tried here, but – it really was wasted breath.
“You needn’t bring them directly. Send them by owl, if you like.” This, at least, would spare him any regular conversation with his son. He had tried here, but – it really was wasted breath.
