Wa-al, we young uns growed up (four of us there was, all boys, and likely boys too, if I do say it), and my brother Simon, who was nex' to me, he went to college.

He was a clever chap, Simon was, an' nothin' would do for _him_ but he must be a gentleman.
"'Jacob kin stick to the farm an' the mill; if he likes,' says he, 'an' Tom kin go to sea, an' William kin be a minister,--'t's all he's good fer, I reckon; but _I'm_ goin' ter be a _gentleman_!' says Simon.

He said it in father's hearin' one day, an' father lay back in his cheer an' laughed; he was allays laughin', father was.

An' then he went off upstairs, an' we heard him rummagin' about among his boxes up in the loft-chamber.

We dassn't none of us tech them boxes, we boys, though we warn't afeard of nothin' else in the world, only father.