"Lucy? Bed." Harold looked up from his copy of 'The Canterbury Tales' to his eight year old daughter. She was curled up in the other chair, a hardback copy of 'Hard Times' resting on the padded arm since it was too heavy for her to hold. There was no need to waste good money on paperbacks when he had a complete set of 1934 Bloomsbury Press Dickens.
"But dad! I have to read 'Hard Times' for school and it's... well... hard."
"The point is," said Harold, "it's past times for your bed. Besides, there's a 'Cliff Notes' on the shelf."