"See here, Ted," he urged, "tell me why you say that. I think
myself I've done a lot of work since I've been here, and I can't see why
I haven't looked it."
But Ted shook his head. "I don't think it would be polite to tell you,"
he said, which naturally did not help matters much.
Still holding the lad's arm, Richard walked over to Roberta, who had
gone to the piano and was arranging some sheets of music there.
"Miss Gray," he said, "have you accomplished a great deal to-day?"
She looked up, puzzled. "A great deal of what?" she asked.
"Work--endeavour--strenuous endeavour."
"The usual amount. Lessons--and lessons--and one more lesson. I have
really more pupils than I can do justice to, but I am promised an
assistant if the work grows too heavy," she answered. "Why, please?"
"I've been wondering if the motto of the Gray family might be 'Let us,
then, be up and doing.' Ted gives me that notion."
Roberta glanced at Ted, whose face had grown quite grave. "Can you tell
him what the motto is, Ted?"
"Of course I can," responded Ted proudly. "It's _Hoc age_."
Richard hastily summoned his Latin, but the verb bothered him for a
minute.
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