"Feller could go to the public school for nauthin', couldn't he?"
"Yes, and that'd be all it 'ud be worth," said Milton with fine scorn at an inferior institution.
"What does a room cost?" Brad pursued after a silence.
"Well, ours cost 'bout three dollars a month, but we have two rooms. You could get one for fifty cents a week."
He looked up at Brad with a laugh in his eyes. "Don't think of starting in right off, do you?"
"Well, I don't know but I might if I had money enough to carry me through."
"What y' think o' doin', study law?"
"No, but I'd kind o' like to be able to speak in public. Seems t' me a feller ought 'o know how to speak at a school meetin' when he's called on. I couldn't say three words to save m' soul. They teach that down there, don't they?"
"Yes, we have Friday exercises and then there are two debating clubs. They're boss for practice. That's where I put in most o' my time. I'm goin' into politics," he ended with a note of exalted purpose as if going into politics were really something fine. "Are you?"
"Well, there's no tellin' what minit a feller's liable to be called on and I'd kinder like to"—He fell off into silence again.