Miss Slocum smiled, and obligingly repeated, "I'll be larnin' it yet, so I will."
"No," said Jim. "That's the way I said it. Say it right."
"Say it right!" exclaimed Miss Slocum.
"Yes, say it like the grammar book."
"Oh," said Miss Slocum wonderingly. "I will learn it yet. Is that what you wanted?"
"Yes, ma'am. Will you be tellin' me some more when I want to know it?"
"Certainly," responded the gratified teacher, whereat Jim went away satisfied. He smiled to himself knowingly, as he caught sight of Andy at a distance on the campus. "I'll not be askin' him nayther," he said. "I will learn it yet."
As for Pat, he went to the store that same morning a trifle disconsolate. He was fond of trade, but he knew almost nothing of dry goods; and here was his mother counseling him to improve his speech, and holding up to him the warning that his own inefficiency might lose him his place.
"Well, I know how to sweep and dust, anyway," he thought as he unlocked the store door, went in and took up his broom. As thoroughly as before he went over everything, but much more quickly, not having the accumulated shiftlessness of former boys to contend with. And Mr. Farnham, on his arrival, found everything spotless.
Customers at Pat's department that day found a very silent clerk, but one eager to oblige. Many times before he went home for the night did he display every piece of goods in his charge, and that with such an evident wish to please, that his sales were considerable. And the widow heard his report at bedtime with something like satisfaction.