She and the perfessor must of talked it over.

Fur the next day I seen her spreading a oilcloth on the hall floor.

And then James comes a buttling in with a lot of sand what the perfessor has baked and made all scientific down in his labertory.

James, he pours all that nice, clean dirt onto the oilcloth and then Miss Estelle sends fur William Dear.
"William Dear," she says, "we have decided, your papa and I, that what you need is more romping around and playing along with your studies.

You ought to get closer to the soil and to nature, as is more healthy for a youth of your age.