They wouldn't let me have my diploma!" "What's the difference?
You've got the stuff in your head.

I wouldn't give a rap for a scrap of paper.

That don't mean anything!" "But I've worked four years for it, and I can't enter--I ought to have it to help me get a school, when I want to teach.

If I don't have my grades to show, people will think I quit because I couldn't pass my examinations.

I must have my diploma!" "Then get it!" said Mrs.Comstock.
"The only way is to graduate with the others." "Well, graduate if you are bound to!" "But I can't, unless I have things enough like the class, that I don't look as I did that first day." "Well, please remember I didn't get you into this, and I can't get you out.