home was rather a thoughtful one. Little his father knew what
he had been about. _He_ thought his son had been "getting a
little schooling;" he had no notion he had begun to fit
himself for College!

Just as they reached the river, at a little hamlet under the
hill at the foot of the north bay, where the road branched off
to skirt the face of the tableland towards the home
promontory, the wagon was stopped by Mr. Underhill. He came
forward and unceremoniously rested both arms upon the tire of
the fore wheel.

"Mornin'. Where' you been?"

"A little way back. 'Been to Asphodel, to fetch my son
Winthrop home."

"Asphodel? -- that's a good way back, ain't it?"

"Well, a dozen miles or so," said Mr. Landholm laughing.

"Has he been to the 'cademy too?"

"Yes -- for a little while back, he has."

"What are you going to make of your sons, neighbour Landholm?"

"Ah! -- I don't know," said Mr. Landholm, touching his whip
gently first on one side and then on the other side of his off
horse; -- "_I_ can't make much of 'em -- they've got to make