"Not a lick," I answered.
"When do you think of beginning?" he asked.
"Not going to begin at all."
"Oh, poppycock, my boy." He tossed down the Latin book and yawned. "Don't you want to go to college?"
"No; not if I've got to study all that darned stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Darned stuff, I said. You heard me, didn't you?"
"Yes; but I thought perhaps I'd mistaken. Well, we'll try this again to-morrow. How about mathematics?"
I winked.
"Not prepared? German ditto, I presume?"