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lasses, with her head a little entleman I should have been a horse-soldier I

wouldn't be a sailor if I was you, sir"

"Why not?" I said

"Because they do sh and boisterous"

"I think I shall be a gardener," I said

"A what?"

"A gardener"

"My dear boy!" she cried in horror, "whatever put that in your head?

Why, you couldn't be anything worse There!--I do declare you startled

er, and it bleeds!"

We hadfor answers

to my letters, for no one ca to see about ood

public school, but there was no hurry; and perhaps it would be better to

wait and see what Uncle Johnson meant to do, for he should not like to

offend hithat I had better write

to my Uncle Frederick