A cart ain't a wagon." "Well, I know that," I said, "a wagon has four wheels, and a cart two." "Send I may live," cried Ike.

"Why, he is a clever boy.

He knows a cart's got two wheels and a wagon four." He said this in a low serious voice, as if talking to himself, and admiring my wisdom; but of course I could see that it was his way of laughing at me, and I hastened to add: "Oh, you know what I mean!" "Yes, I know what you mean, but you don't know what I mean, and if you're so offle clever you'd best teach me, for I can't teach you." "But I want you to teach me," I cried.

"I've come here to learn.

What is there in particular in loading a cart ?" "Oh, you're ever so much more clever than I am," he grumbled.