giving it pretty strong lately, with playing tricks on Sarah the
cook, Jack the hired man, and Uncle Randolph's pet dog Alexander.
But then we, had to do something -- or go into a dry rot. Life in
the country is all well enough, but it's mighty slow for me."

"I guess it is slow for anybody brought up in New York, Sam. Why,
the first week I spent here I thought the stillness would kill me.
I couldn't actually go to sleep because it was so quiet. I wish
uncle and aunt would move to the city. They have money enough."

"Aunt Martha likes to be quiet, and uncle is too much wrapped up
in the art of scientific farming, as he calls it. I'll wager
he'll stay on this farm experimenting and writing works on
agriculture until he dies. Well, it's a good enough way to do, I
suppose, but it wouldn't suit me. I want to see something of life
-- as father did."

"So do I. Perhaps we'll see something when we get to boarding
school."

"Where are we to go?"

"I don't know. Some strict institution, you can be sure of that.
Uncle Randolph told aunty it was time the three of us were hand.
He said Dick wasn't so bad, but you and I --"

"Were the bother of his life, eh?"

"Something about like that. He doesn't see any fun in tricks. He
expects us to just walk around the farm, or study, and, above all