Shall I tell him to mind his work, and say he's sent to school to make himself a good scholar?
Well, but he isn't sent to school for that--at any rate, not for that mainly.

I don't care a straw for Greek particles, or the digamma; no more does his mother.

What is he sent to school for?
Well, partly because he wanted so to go.

If he'll only turn out a brave, helpful, truth-telling Englishman, and a gentleman, and a Christian, that's all I want," thought the Squire; and upon this view of the case he framed his last words of advice to Tom, which were well enough suited to his purpose.
For they were Tom's first thoughts as he tumbled out of bed at the summons of boots, and proceeded rapidly to wash and dress himself.

At ten minutes to three he was down in the coffee-room in his stockings, carrying his hat-box, coat, and comforter in his hand; and there he found his father nursing a bright fire, and a cup of hot coffee and a hard biscuit on the table.
"Now, then, Tom, give us your things here, and drink this.