This last fetched them rather, and convinced them I wasn't undertaking what I didn't know all about.

So at last father said, "Let the boy go, it may do him good and teach him self-reliance." "But what'll be the good of that," sobs mother, "if my Bartholomew falls over a precipice and never comes home ?" "Oh, I'll promise not to fall over a precipice," said I.
And at last it was settled, and here I am in the train, half-way to Windermere.
Just been looking through my knapsack.

Frightful nuisance! Had it weighed at Euston, and it weighs 4 pounds 8 ounces.

I wanted to keep it under 4 pounds! Must be the spare shirt the girls insisted on my bringing, as if I couldn't wash the one I've got on in half a dozen waterfalls a day, and just run myself dry afterwards! Don't see what I can throw out.

Must take the guide-book, and boot-laces, and needle and worsted for my blisters, and a collar for Sunday, and a match-box, and this diary book and a night-shirt.