Get knowledge--such knowledge as the short span of life allotted to us will allow you to get.

I can lend you some books, easy ones at first, and----" "I couldn't read _your_ books," says she; "and--you haven't any novels, I suppose ?" "No," says he.

"But----" "I don't care for any books but novels," says she, sighing.

"Have you read 'Alas ?' I never have anything to read here, because Aunt Jane says novels are of the devil, and that if I read them I shall go to hell." "Nonsense!" said the professor gruffly.
"You mustn't think I'm afraid about _that_" says Perpetua demurely; "I'm not.

I know the same place could never contain Aunt Jane and me for long, so _I'm_ all right." The professor struggles with himself for a moment and then gives way to mirth.
"Ah! _now_ you are on my side," cries his ward exultantly.