And with Miss Estelle taking care of their religious organs and their intellectuals and the things like that, and the perfessor filling them up on new invented feeds, I guess they never was two kids got more education to the square inch, outside and in.

It hadn't worked none on Miss Margery yet, her being younger, but William Dear he took it hard and serious, and it made bumps all over his head, and he was kind o' pale and spindly.

Every time that kid cut his finger he jest natcherally bled scientifics.

One day I says to Miss Estelle, says I: "It looks to me like William Dear is kind of peaked." She looks worried and she looks mad fur me lipping in, and then she says mebby it is true, but she don't see why, because he is being brung up like he orter be in every way and no expense nor trouble spared.
"Well," says I, "what a kid about that size wants to do is to get out and roll around in the dirt some, and yell and holler." She sniffs like I wasn't worth taking no notice of.

But it kind o' soaked in, too.