The foolish man thought twelve dollars a month wa'n't enough for him, I suppose." "Why was he foolish, Mr.Landholm ?" "Because he greatly misstated his own value -- which it isn't the part of a wise man to do.

_I_ know he wasn't worth twelve dollars." "Do you think I am worth more than that, sir ?" "I don't know what you're worth," said his father good- humouredly.

"I should be sorry to put a price upon you." "Why, Winthrop ?" -- his mother said more anxiously.
"Will you let me take Mr.Dolts' place, father ?" "His place?
What, in the schoolhouse ?" "Yes, sir.

If I can get it, I mean." "What for ?" "The twelve dollars a month would hire a man to do my work on the farm." "Yes, and I say, what for?
What do you want it for ?" "I think perhaps I might get more time to myself." "Time?
-- for what ?" "Time to study, sir." "To study! -- Teach others that you may teach yourself, eh ?" said Mr.Landholm, with a breath that was drawn very much like a sigh; and he was silent and looked grave.
"I am afraid you wouldn't like it, Winthrop," said his mother seriously.
"I should like the time, mamma." "I wish I were a little richer," said Mr.Landholm, drawing his breath, -- "and my sons should have a better chance.

I am willing to work both _my_ hands off -- if that would be of any avail.