"What I want, you know," said Mr Tulliver,-"what I want is to give Tom a goodeddication; an eddication as'll be a bread to him.

That was what I was thinking of when Igave notice for him to leave the academy at Lady-day.

I mean to put him to a downrightgood school at Midsummer.

The two years at th' academy 'ud ha' done well enough, if I'dmeant to make a miller and farmer of him, for he's had a fine sight more schoolin' nor I evergot.

All the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet atth' other.

But I should like Tom to be a bit of a scholard, so as he might be up to the tricks o'these fellows as talk fine and write with a flourish.

It 'ud be a help to me wi' these lawsuits,and arbitrations, and things.

I wouldn't make a downright lawyer o' the lad,-I should besorry for him to be a raskill,-but a sort o' engineer, or a surveyor, or an auctioneer andvallyer, like Riley, or one o' them smartish businesses as are all profits and no outlay, onlyfor a big watch-chain and a high stool.

They're pretty nigh all one, and they're not far offbeing even wi' the law, I believe; for Riley looks Lawyer Wakem i' the face as hard as onecat looks another.

He's none frightened at him."Mr Tulliver was speaking to his wife, a blond comely woman in a fan-shaped cap (I amafraid to think how long it is since fan-shaped caps were worn, they must be so nearcoming in again.

At that time, when Mrs Tulliver was nearly forty, they were new at StOgg's, and considered sweet things)."Well, Mr Tulliver, you know best: I've no objections.

But hadn't I better kill a couple o'fowl, and have th' aunts and uncles to dinner next week, so as you may hear what sisterGlegg and sister Pullet have got to say about it?

There's a couple o' fowl wants killing!""You may kill every fowl i' the yard if you like, Bessy; but I shall ask neither aunt noruncle what I'm to do wi' my own lad," said Mr Tulliver, defiantly.