Well, good by, Rodney! I leave school tomorrow. I am going to learn a trade.

"I am sorry to part with you, David. Couldn't you stay another term?"

"No: my uncle says I must be earning my living, and I have a chance to learn the carpenter's trade."

"Where are you going?"

"To Duffield, some twenty miles away. I wish I were in your shoes. You have no money cares, and can go on quietly and complete your education."

"I don't know how I am situated, David. I only know that my guardian pays my expenses at this boarding school."