Boy. Sir?
Mr. L. I say you are a philosopher, but I am sure you do not know what that means.
Boy. No, sir, no harm, I hope.
Mr. L. No, no! (Laughing.) Well, my boy, you seem to want nothing at all, so I shall not give you money to make you want anything. But were you ever at school?
Boy. No, sir, but daddy says I shall go after harvest.
Mr. L. You will want books then.
Boy. Yes, the boys have all a spelling-book and a testament.
Mr. L. Well, then, I will give you them—tell your daddy so, and that it is because I think you a very good contented little boy. So now go to your sheep again.
Boy. I will, sir. Thank you.
Mr. L. Good-by, Peter.