“Neither next term, nor any other term, Gilbert, I am sorry to say.”
“Have you finished your education, then?”
“So far as school goes.”
“I am sorry for that. I shall miss you more than any one else.”
“We shall still meet, I hope. I shall be at work; but there will be times—in the evening—when we can see each other.”
“No doubt; but that won’t be like sitting at the same desk, and studying together. You had better let me ask your father to send you one more year.”
John shook his head.
“No, Gilbert, it ought not to be. My father is poor you know, and it has been a sacrifice to him to spare me half the year thus far. Now I must go to work in earnest, and perfect myself in my trade, that I may relieve him of all expense on my account.”
“I suppose you are right, John; but I shall miss you none the less. Somehow I never could be reconciled to your becoming a carpenter. You are not cut out for it.”
“Don’t you think I will make a good one?” asked John, smiling.