"Phew! What a ripping subject!" he cried, "I must have a shot at that!"
His shot was promising, and he continued to make shots, until some of his essays were praised by the class. Then one day he came to me.
"I don't know anything about stops and things," he said, "and I want you to tell me about them."
This is my ideal of education; no child ever learns a thing until he wants to learn it. That lad picked up all he wanted to know about stops in half-an-hour. He was interested in stops because he wanted to write better essays. I need hardly say that he had listened to hundreds of lessons on stops during his school career.
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To-morrow I return to London, and to-night I went over to say good-bye to Dauvit.
"Aye, dominie, and so ye're gaein' back to London!" he said.
"I don't want to leave this lazy life, Dauvit," I said, "but I must go back and start my school."
"It'll cost ye some bawbees to gang to London," put in Jake Tosh.
"Penny three ha'pennies a mile noo-a-days I onderstand."
"A shullin' a mile for corps," remarked the undertaker.