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What people?" "People pretty intimate with you, sir." "What people? Who spoke of us?" Richard began to scent a plot, and would not be balked. "Well, sir, look here," said the farmer. "It ain't no secret, and if it be, I don't see why I'm to keep it. It appears your education's peculiar!" The farmer drawled out the word as if he were describing the figure of a snake.
She drew a long breath. "My Lord of Isrul!" she exclaimed, fervently, "I never heard anybody string talk along the way you can in all my born days, Mr. Bangs. I bet you've said as many as seven words already that I never heard afore, never heard ary one of 'em, I ain't. Education's wonderful, ain't it?
What people?" "People pretty intimate with you, sir." "What people? Who spoke of us?" Richard began to scent a plot, and would not be balked. "Well, sir, look here," said the farmer. "It ain't no secret, and if it be, I don't see why I'm to keep it. It appears your education's peculiar!" The farmer drawled out the word as if he were describing the figure of a snake.
"It will break me heart to leave you. Father darlin', let me stay! What will you do without your little girl at all?" "I'll miss you badly, but it's for your own good. That brogue of yours is getting worse and worse. And such a fine school, too! Think of all you will be able to learn!" "Me education's finished," said Pixie haughtily.
Well, there's been a mistake made, and I say a bargain's a bargain." Dead silence still. The speaker looked at 'Mian. "Do you think they understand me?" "Dey meck out," said 'Mian, and shut his firm jaws. "My friends," said the stranger once more, "some people think education's a big thing, and some think it ain't. Well, sometimes it is and sometimes it ain't.
"Where did you learn that trick?" inquired the toolmaker, a look in his eyes which was pretty close kin to amazement. "Huh!" said June, hammering away. "What do you suppose a college education's good for, anyway? But how do they manage the drawing?" she pressed. "Did they teach you the game of policy at Molly Bawn?" the lawyer asked. "The idea!" sniffed Mrs. Reed.
"Ye're gettin' wickeder and wickeder," said Ben when Black Paul had hurried away; "the de'il himsel' couldna hae taught ye a craftier trick than that. Weel ye kenned that that black fellow would fain serve under a free-handed fool than a stingy knave. Ay, sir, your education's progressin'!" At this moment Big Sam came hurrying by.
The Western educationalist will admit, then, that the function of education is to foster growth; and if you ask him what it is that grows or ought to grow under education's fostering care, he will give you a long list of faculties mental, for the most part, but also moral and physical and then break off under the impression that he has set education an adequate and a practicable task.
Little Otis Ormonde inadvertently precipitated it. "When you going back to kindergarten, Otis?" some one had asked. "Me? Day Bernice gets her hair bobbed." "Then your education's over," said Marjorie quickly. "That's only a bluff of hers. I should think you'd have realized." "That a fact?" demanded Otis, giving Bernice a reproachful glance.
Indeed, the only fact in which we are interested would be the name of the person who " Ting-a-ling-ling! As the telephone bell jangled Chairman Stone drew the desk instrument toward him, holding the receiver to his ear. "Hullo!" hailed a voice. "Is that the Board of Education's office?" "It is," confessed Chairman Stone. "Is our reporter, Spencer, there? If so, I would like to talk with him."
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