CHAPTER XLV 
DOGS AND HORSES 
Ir 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. 
«J 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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