"Now the tide of war had receded, as it were, from the shores of Floreana, we could not only go back to work on the farm in the old tranquil atmosphere, but could also afford a little more time for the children’s schooling. Our idea of sending Rolf to school at Chatham or even the mainland had long been discarded in war conditions."
"Lessons were whenever occasion served, such as when I was on a cooking job I did not need to think about. If I had one or both of the children walking at my side when I was riding somewhere on the donkey, I would test their knowledge or get them to recite some well-known poem they had had to learn like any ordinary schoolchildren."
“Heinz varied his evening stories with tales of the past and of the big world outside Floreana; in other words, he was giving Rolf a first grounding in history and geography, which he was intending to develop as the boy got older. I managed to supply some elementary lessons in reading and writing, and as for arithmetic Harry was a marvelous teacher for his young brother: when he and Rolf were out in the bush together, he would make Rolf count and do little sums in his head. [.] Altogether Rolf learnt quickly and eagerly, and without any pushing he picked up a lot of scientific and technical information from books, periodicals and newspapers."
"She is a real island child, and always will be," Frances comforted us. "She will never learn to play with dolls, because they are not living creatures. Rolf too was a proper island boy."
"We talked a lot in the evenings about what Rolf was going to do when he grew up. He was very gifted in things mechanical, and it was tempting to think of him going in for engineering or some similar career.