“I don’t know why I shouldn’t think of it,” said Walter hastily.
“But the fact is you hadn’t?”
“Yes, I suppose so. What are your plans?”
“I don’t know that I have any very definite ‘plans,’ as you call them. Last year there was a young fellow from college that taught our school. I guess he put it into my head. He seemed to be interested, and gave me some lessons every night after I had finished my chores.”
“In what?”
“Oh, in algebra and Latin.”
“And you have been working on them?”
“A little. I had to be busy on the farm all day, and nights were the only times I had free.”
“Where do you plan to go?”