He and the professor talked it over, and they thought that I would take good enough care of myself.

The professor would have much preferred to see me go to college, but, as I was not to do that, he thought travelling much better for me than staying at home, although I made no promise about taking my books along.

But it was pretty well settled that I was to go to college in the fall, and this consoled him a little.
The person who first suggested this travelling plan was our old physician, Dr.Mathews.I don't know exactly what he said about it, but I knew he thought I had been studying too hard, and needed to "let up" for a while.

And I'm sure, too, that he was quite positive that I would have no let up as long as I staid in the same town with the professor.
Nearly a year before this time, Rectus had left the academy.

He had never reached the higher classes,--in fact, he didn't seem to get on well at all.