ONE WAY TO GET AN EDUCATION. 169 “ Anything to say to me?” ‘“‘ Nothing partikerlar.”’ “« Suppose you jump in and ride to the New parish, and say it, then?’ Jake supposed. “T’m kinder muddy.” “ So am I.” Jake jumped in. I touched up Dolly, for I was already late about my morn- ing’s calls, and Jake and I flew fast over the freckled face of the still, New parish woods. For some time we rode quite silently. Jake ran the hand with the little grimy stump through the arm-rest on the side of the buggy, and drew clouds enough over his eyes to have blown up a shower. To be sure, Jake never ran on behind ray buggy without his reasons ; but, to be sure, there should be no fuss made about Jake. If he had anything “ partikerlar” to say, he should say it. It was his turn to “ jab away.” ‘ See here,”’ said Jake, just as the diphtheria houses struck into sight, “see here, you see.” “Yes,” said, I saw. ‘ What was it?” ‘“‘ Mar ’s goin’ to send me to school, you see.” “ When?” “ 'T'o-morrow.”” “ For how long?” ‘¢ Three months.” “That ’s very nice,”’ said I. “Yes,” said Jake, “ that’s very nice.”