“Oh, yes, I suppose I shall go! But I’d a good deal rather go West to Uncle John’s great farm.”
“You can do both,” said Fidelia.
“It takes five years to get through Amherst College.”
“Well, you can spare them. You are young. How old are you?”
“I was fifteen in May.”
“Only fifteen! I thought you were older than that.”
Amos looked pleased.
“How nearly are you ready for college?”
“I might go this fall; but father thinks I had better wait a year. I don’t care.”
“I think so too—if you don’t care. Next year Jabez may go too. I only wish he had your chance—and yet I am not sure. He may do all the better for having to work his way through. But for one to have your chance, and not to care for it, that I cannot understand!” added Fidelia gravely.