CHAPTER XLV 



DOGS AND HOUSES 



IT was definitely decided in August that Jane 

 was not to go back to Farmington. We had all 

 been of two minds over this question, and it was 

 a comfort to have it settled, though I always 

 suspect that my share of it was not beyond the 

 suspicion of selfishness. 



Jane was just past nineteen. She had a fair 

 education, so far as books go, and she did not 

 wish to graduate simply for the honor of a 

 diploma. Indeed, there were many studies be- 

 tween her and the diploma which she loathed. 

 She could never understand how a girl of healthy 

 mind could care for mathematics, exact science, 

 or dead languages. English and French were 

 enough for her tongue, and history, literature, 

 and metaphysics enough for her mind. 



"I can learn much more from the books in 

 your library and from the dogs and horses than 

 I can at school, besides being a thousand times 

 happier; and oh, Dad, if you will let me have 

 a forge and workshop, I will make no end of 

 things." 



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