"An Academy. — Hum. — And so he's goin' after larnin' is he?
And what'll the farmer do without him to hum?"
"Do the best I can — send for you, neighbour Underhill."
"Ha, ha! — well, I reckon I've got enough to do to attend to my own."
"I guess you don't do much but fish, do you? — there under the mountain?"
"Well, you see, I hain't a great deal of ground. You can't run corn straight up a hill, can you? — without somethin' to stand on?"
"Not very well."
"There be folks that like that kind o' way o' farming — but I never did myself."
"No, I'll warrant you," said Mr. Landholm, with a little attempt at a laugh.
"Well — you say there's an Academy at Asphodel; then he aint going to — a — what do you call it? — Collegiate Institution?"
"No, not just yet; by and by he'll go to College, I expect. —
That's what he wants to do."