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Her mother had gone to bed; her father, Sara guessed, with just a little uneasiness, had shown unusual powers of keeping his mouth shut and, without any lecture on the subject, had made it clear that he would not contribute to the Coheeze. But that was only part of her troubles, and she said to him coaxingly: 'Sometimes you think I don't appreciate how hard you work, Father, but I do. I've been learning about real work. Not only at the Coheeze. I don't suppose you care to talk much about that. But I have so many other activities, too. Did you know I'm going to enter the club tennis tournament this summer?'
'That sounds better.'