"West Point, then."
"If I went into the army, wouldn't I have to leave the farm here?"
"You'd have to leave the farm here unless the Government would quarter some troops here for your accommodation. In case of war, you might arrange with the enemy to come to Kentucky and attack you where you would be comfortable."
The future officer of his country did not smile at this: his manner seemed to indicate that such a concession might not be so absurd. He did not budge from his position:—
"I'd rather do something that would let me live here."
"You could live here and study law: some of the greatest members of the Kentucky bar have been farmers. You could live here and practise law in the country seat."
"Suppose I studied law and then some day I were called to the Supreme Bench: wouldn't that take me away?"
"It might take you away unless the Supreme Court would get down from its Bench and come and sit on your bench—always to accommodate you."
"I don't know about law: I'll have to think: law does make you think!"
"There is the pulpit: some of the greatest Kentucky divines have been bluegrass farmers—though I've always wished that they wouldn't call themselves divines. It's more than Christ did!"