I could hear the roof Father leaned forward and looked at Quentin.
Hello, he said. Who won.
"Nobody." Quentin said. "They stopped us. Teachers."
"Who was it." Father said. "Will you tell."
"It was all right." Quentin said. "He was as big as me."
"That's good." Father said. "Can you tell what it was about."
"It wasn't anything." Quentin said. "He said he would put a frog in her desk and she wouldn't dare to whip him."
"Oh." Father said. "She. And then what."
"Yes, sir." Quentin said. "And then I kind of hit him."
We could hear the roof and the fire, and a snuffling outside the door.
"Where was he going to get a frog in November." Father said.
"I dont know, sir." Quentin said.
We could hear them.
"Jason." Father said. We could hear Jason.
"Jason." Father said. "Come in here and stop that."
We could hear the roof and the fire and Jason.
"Stop that, now. " Father said. "Do you want me to whip you again." Father lifted Jason up into the chair by him. Jason snuffled. We could hear the fire and the roof. Jason snuffled a little louder.
"One more time." Father said. We could hear the fire and the roof.