Hills of the Shatemuc by Susan Warner
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"Yes, sir. If I can get it, I mean." "What for?" "The twelve dollars a month would hire a man to do my work on the farm." "Yes, and I say, what for? What do you want it for?" "I think perhaps I might get more time to myself." "Time? -- for what?" "Time to study, sir." "To study! -- Teach others that you may teach yourself, eh?" said Mr. Landholm, with a breath that was drawn very much like a sigh; and he was silent and looked grave. "I am afraid you wouldn't like it, Winthrop," said his mother seriously. "I should like the time, mamma." "I wish I were a little richer," said Mr. Landholm, drawing his breath, -- "and my sons should have a better chance. I am willing to work both _my_ hands off -- if that would be of any avail. You may do as you please, my dear, about the school. I'll not stand in your way." |
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