That night when I went up to my room, Pop was sitting there, waiting for me! Isaw that the window was open, so that was how he got in He was almost fifty and he looked old. His hair was long and dirty and his face was a terrible white colour. His clothes were old and dirty, too, and two of his toes were coming through his shoe. He looked atmeall over for a long time, and then he said, "Well, just look at those clean, tidy clothes! And they say you can read and writenow. Who said you could go to school The widow I began Oh, she did, did she? Well, you can forget about school I can't read and your mother couldn't read; no one in our family could read before they died,so who do you think you are? Go on, take that book and read to me! I began to read, but he hit the book and it flew out of my hand, across the room.