The idea of
staying at home to take care of me," and he began to prance again.
"I don't care how many boys you can whip," observed Mother Fisher
coolly, "as long as you can't whip your own self when you're naughty,
you're too weak to go alone, and I must stay at home."
Joel stopped suddenly and looked at her.
"And before I'd give up, a boy of thirteen, and beg to be taken away
from school because the lessons were hard, and I didn't like to study,
I'd work myself to skin and bone but I'd go through creditably." Mrs.
Fisher sat straight now as an arrow in her corner of the sofa. "I've
said my say, Joel," she finished after a pause, "and now I shall go down
and tell Mr. King."
"Mother," howled Joel, dashing across the room to her, "don't go! I'll
stay, I will. Don't say that again, about my having to be taken care of
like a baby. I'll be good, mother, and study."
"Study doesn't amount to much unless you are glad of the chance," said
Mrs. Fisher sharply. "I wouldn't give a fig for it, being driven to it,"
and her lips curled scornfully.
Joel wilted miserably. "I do care for the chance," he cried; "just try
me, and see."
Mrs. Fisher took his sunburnt face between her two hands. "Do you really
wish to go back to school, and put your mind on your books? Be honest,
now.
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