He knows more now about the world, and life, and man's place, and all the rest, than Arthur, or Norman, or I, or you, too, for that matter, and in spite of all our Latin, and French, and Saxon, and culture." "But Ruth is my teacher," Martin answered chivalrously.

"She is responsible for what little I have learned." "Rats!" Olney looked at Ruth, and his expression was malicious.

"I suppose you'll be telling me next that you read Spencer on her recommendation--only you didn't.

And she doesn't know anything more about Darwin and evolution than I do about King Solomon's mines.

What's that jawbreaker definition about something or other, of Spencer's, that you sprang on us the other day--that indefinite, incoherent homogeneity thing?
Spring it on her, and see if she understands a word of it.