It's a nice, soothin', restful, stoodious time, when a man kin, so to speak, run back on his eddication and think of all he ever knowed.

Ye're jist like me, and ye see I sorter spotted your ways to onct." "Then why did you come here this morning and disturb the school ?" demanded the master sharply.
"That's so, I sorter slipped up thar, didn't I ?" said Uncle Ben with a smile of rueful assent.

"You see I didn't allow to COME IN then, but on'y to hang round a leetle and kinder get used to it, and it to me." "Used to what ?" said the master impatiently, albeit with a slight softening at his intruder's penitent expression.
Uncle Ben did not reply immediately, but looked around as if for a seat, tried one or two benches and a desk with his large hand as if testing their security, and finally abandoning the idea as dangerous, seated himself on the raised platform beside the master's chair, having previously dusted it with the flap of his hat.

Finding, however, that the attitude was not conducive to explanation, he presently rose again, and picking up one of the school-books from the master's desk eyed it unskilfully upside down, and then said hesitatingly,-- "I reckon ye ain't usin' Dobell's 'Rithmetic here ?" "No," said the master.
"That's bad.

'Pears to be played out--that Dobell feller.