Wot I say is, why not stick to real (h)eddication, without the fiddle faddles ?" "So you want an easy job for your son, eh ?" enquired Mr.Maitland.
"Boy," he said sharply to Samuel, whose eyes had again become fixed upon the gay and daring lumber-jack.

Samuel recalled himself with visible effort.

"Why did you leave school?
The truth, mind." The "borin'" eyes were at their work.
"Fired!" said Sam promptly.
Mr.Wigglesworth began a sputtering explanation.
"That will do, Wigglesworth," said Mr.Maitland, holding up his hand.
"Sam, you come and see me tomorrow here at eight.

Do you understand ?" Sam nodded.

After they had departed there came through the closed office door the sound of Mr.Wigglesworth's voice lifted in violent declamation, but from Sam no answering sound could be heard.
The school suffered no noticeable loss in the intellectual quality of its activities by the removal of the whirling brain and incidentally its physical integument of Samuel Wigglesworth.