B ONE WAY TO GET AN EDUCATION. 171 “ Poor little fellow!” “T won’t be a poor little fellow!’ The clouds in the little factory boy’s eyes broke suddenly, and the stars of a kind of manhood which we do not see every day, in factories or out, came out and shone all over his twisted face. ‘I won’t be a poor little fellow all my life! See if I do!” “T’m sure you won’t,” said I. “ Well, then,” said Jake, “I’Il get out now and walk home.” But he stopped, half over the wheel. “Three months is a great deal, don’t you think it is?” “ A oreat deal,” said I. Jake jumped over the wheel. “ Mebbe they ’ll give me the year out. Should n’t you think they might?” “T should think they might, indeed,” said I. Jake stood still and washed his feet in a little mud- puddle, while I got out and tied Dolly to the first diphtheria post. “ See here,” said Jake, again. I think that was the first time that I really had seen. Jake looked up. In an instant I knew that I had cut the knot of the little twisted face. Jake looked up, and Jake trembled so that he could scarcely stand in the mud-puddle. “TJ did it — marm — I did it a puppuss!” “OQ Jake!” “T thought they ’d let me out. I did it—O, I did!— i) x