CHAPTER THE FORTY-SIXTH

"Agamemnon, your looks seem to say, What's this boresome nut trying to

hand us?' Well, I'm talking because you, who can talk book-foolishness,

won't. You don't belong to our bunch, so you laugh in your sleeve at the

way us poor people talk, but we know that you're only a fool with a lot

of learning. Well, what of it? Some day I'll get you to come to my

country place and take a look at my little estate. We'll have fresh eggs

and spring chicken to chew on when we get there; it will be all right

even if the weather has kept things back this year. We'll find enough to

satisfy us, and my kid will soon grow up to be a pupil of yours; he can

divide up to four, now, and you'll have a little servant at your side, if

he lives. When he has a minute to himself, he never takes his eyes from

his tablets; he's smart too, and has the right kind of stuff in him, even

if he is crazy about birds. I've had to kill three of his linnets

already. I told him that a weasel had gotten them, but he's found

another hobby, now he paints all the time. He's left the marks of his

heels on his Greek already, and is doing pretty well with his Latin,

although his master's too easy with him; won't make him stick to one

thing. He comes to me to get me to give him something to write when his

master don't want to work. Then there's another tutor, too, no scholar,

but very painstaking, though; he can teach you more than he knows

himself. He comes to the house on holidays and is always satisfied with

whatever you pay him. Some little time ago, I bought the kid some law

books; I want him to have a smattering of the law for home use. There's

bread in that! As for literature, he's got enough of that in him

already; if he begins to kick, I've concluded that I'll make him learn

some trade; the barber's, say, or the auctioneer's, or even the lawyer's.

That's one thing no one but the devil can do him out of! 'Believe what

your daddy says, Primigenius,' I din into his ears every day, 'whenever

you learn a thing, it's yours. Look at Phileros the attorney; he'd not

be keeping the wolf from the door now if he hadn't studied. It's not

long since he had to carry his wares on his back and peddle them, but he

can put up a front with Norbanus himself now! Learning's a fine thing,

and a trade won't starve.'"

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