She ain't that by a good deal.

Why, she was raised right here in this neighborhood, an' we love her the same as if she was our own.

She can cook a meal or make a dress 'bout as well as her mother, an' does it, too; an' she can ride a horse or throw a rope better'n some punchers I've seen, but--" The Dean stopped, seemingly for want of words to express exactly his thought.
"It seems to me," offered Patches abstractedly, "that education, as we call it, is a benefit only when it adds to one's life.

If schooling or culture, or whatever you choose to term it, is permitted to rob one of the fundamental and essential elements of life, it is most certainly an evil." "That's the idea," exclaimed the Dean, with frank admiration for his companion's ability to say that which he himself thought.

"You say it like a book.