I Love the Boy, but He Tries My Patience Past Bearing

Jo was determined to have it out now. She tried to look quite placid, though she quaked a little after her bold speech. The old gentleman only threw his spectacles on to the table with a rattle and exclaimed, frankly, you're right. Girl, i am. I love the boy, but he tries my patience past bearing. And i know how it will end if we go on. So i'll tell you, he'll run away. He won't do it unless he is very much worried, and only threatens it sometimes when he gets tired of studying. If you ever miss us, you may advertise for two boys and look among the ship bound for india