"Well, I would; but I would never like to read anything about the goose having his head chopped off and being stuffed with potatoes and onions. But I suppose when the goose can read she will be worth too much to eat, because she can be used as a nurse, and read stories to little boys on rainy days. And she may be able to teach little boys to read by using blocks, and I can tell you that would be just fine, and a great deal better than going to school, because the goose couldn't keep us in. Do you know what I'd do if I were an educated goose?"
"No. What would you do, Johnny?"
"I'd start a swimming-school, and I could teach every kind of swimming except swimming on the back. I think I know why the chicken can't swim."
"Why, Johnny?"
"Why, because she is afraid to try. Now, mamma, which would you rather be, a wild goose or a tame goose?"
"Johnny, why do you ask so many questions?"
"Because, mamma, I have to answer questions all day at school, and the only chance I have to ask them is at home."
"Then I wish you would hurry off to school now."
Johnny took his books and started; but when he was on the street he looked back inquiringly at his mother. She opened the window and asked him what he wanted, and he replied:
"Say, mamma, if the goose ever does have to go to school, and it is too far to walk, how do you suppose she'll ever be able to fly with her blocks and books under her wings?"