“It is a good way from this; about six hours by the train, and five miles from Stanton.”
“Oh, yes! and that reminds me of another question. How am I to learn? Will she teach me? I hope not.”
“No,” said Mrs. Vivyan; “we have thought you are old enough to go to school now. There is a very good school between your aunt’s house and the town. It is about two miles from Myrtle Hill, and you would go there every morning and come back early in the evening.”
“Ah, I like that very much,” said Arthur joyfully; “that really is jolly, mother. Who keeps the school?”
“A very nice gentleman. Your father has known him for a long time.”
“He is tremendously strict, I suppose?”
“Well, I daresay he likes to be obeyed,” said Mrs. Vivyan; “but that is quite right, isn’t it?”
“Yes, of course,” Arthur answered. “What is his name, mother?”
“Mr. Carey.”
“Well, I don’t like that name,” said Arthur emphatically; “but I suppose he can’t help that. Does he wear spectacles?”