"Graves said he'd turn me over to you, so you could--er--teach me wisdom.

It's deuced rough on you, but I hope you won't refuse to be bothered with me.

I want to learn--everything.

And I want you to find fault like the mischief, and--er--knock me into shape, if it's possible." He was very modest over his ignorance, and his voice rang true.
Park studied him gravely.

"Bud," he said at last, "you'll do.