"Shore!" was the absent-minded answer, for Jason was looking at the strangeness of the night. It was curious not to see the big bulks of the mountains and to see so many stars. In the mountains he had to look straight up to see stars at all and now they hung almost to the level of his eyes.
"How's the folks?" asked Mavis.
"Stirrin'. Air ye goin' to school up here?"
"Yes, an' who you reckon the school-teacher is?"
Jason shook his head.
"The jologist."
"Well, by Heck."
"An' he's always axin' me about you an' if you air goin' to school."
For a while more they rode in silence.
"I went to that new furrin school down in the mountains," yawned the boy, "fer 'bout two hours. They're gittin' too high-falutin' to suit me. They tried to git me to wear gal's stockin's like they do up here an' I jes' laughed at 'em. Then they tried to git me to make up beds an' I tol' 'em I wasn't goin' to wear gal's clothes ner do a gal's work, an' so I run away."