"What on earth have I got to give, I'd like to know ?" Ozias Lamb tapped his head.

"How about that ?" he asked.

"How about the strength you're puttin' into algebry an' Latin?
You don't expect ever to learn enough to teach, do ye ?" Jerome shook his head.
"Well, then it's jest to improve your own mind.

Improve your mind--what's that?
What good is that goin' to do your fellow-bin's?
I tell ye, Jerome, ye ain't givin' away what you've got to give, an' we ain't none of us." "Maybe you're right," Jerome said, after a little.
After having left his uncle, he walked more slowly still.

Soon the Squire and his friends were quite out of sight.