“Why? You’ve got no end to learn yet.”
“I want to begin,” said Peter, looking out across the tumbled gentleness of the Weald.
“Begin school?”
“No, begin—Africa, India—doing things.”
“School first,” said Oswald.
“Are there schools where you learn about guns and animals and mountains and foreign people?” said Peter.
“There must be,” said Oswald. “We’ll find something.”
“Where you don’t do Latin and parsing and ’straction of the square root.”
“Oh! those things have their place.”
“Did you have to do them, Uncle Nobby?”