I was sort of hopin'-- " "Yes ?" "Buddy's ignerunt.

He can read an' write an' figger some, but he's got about the same company manners as a steer, an' he's skeered of crowds.
When he sees strangers he's liable to charge 'em or else throw up his head an' his tail an' run plumb over a cliff.

He'd ought to go to school, but he says he's too big, an' he'd have to set with a lot of little children.

Him an' Allie's alike, that way--it r'ars 'em up on their hind feet to be laughed at." "Get a tutor for them." "A what ?" When Gray had explained the meaning of the word, Mr.
Briskow's face cleared.

"That's what I figgered on, but I didn't know what you called 'em.