"I guess," says I, "you'll earn your education better if you bring me in two."
George Fred never smiled. "I ain't earning my education any more, Miss Marsh," he says. "I've give it up. I can't make it go—not and chore it."
"Then you can't be a bookkeeper, George Fred?" I says.
"I've took a job delivering for the post-office store."
"Tell me about it, won't you?" says Letty.
George Fred told her a little about it, whittling my shavings.
"There ain't enough cows and grass and wood-boxes in the village to make it go, seems though," he ends up.
Then he rushed into the house with my stuff, and headed for the Sykes's cow that we could hear lowing.
We talked about George Fred while we looked at the flowers, Letty all interested in both of them, and then we came back and sat on the front porch.