"I'll put you into Algebra, as soon as you like."
"I shall want books, I suppose, sir. Can I get them here?"
"No; you can't get 'em, I'm afraid, this side of Deerford."
"Deerford?"
"That's six miles off, or so."
"I can't walk there to-night," said Winthrop; "but I'll go to- morrow."
"Walk there to-night! no, — but we'll see. I think you've got the stuff in you. To-night! — Maybe we can find some old books that will do to begin with; and you can walk over there some waste afternoon. How far have you come to-day?"
"About thirteen miles, sir, from home."
"On foot?"
"Yes sir."