One of the most satisfactory letters that I have ever received from any one came to me from Booker last summer.

When I left home for the summer, I told him that he must work at his trade half of each day, and that the other half of the day he could spend as he pleased.

When I had been away from home two weeks, I received the following letter from him: Tuskegee, Alabama.
My dear Papa: Before you left home you told me to work at my trade half of each day.

I like my work so much that I want to work at my trade all day.

Besides, I want to earn all the money I can, so that when I go to another school I shall have money to pay my expenses.
Your son, Booker.
My youngest child, Ernest Davidson Washington, says that he is going to be a physician.