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eigned,-- "Have you any of them?" "Not here; but lots of them in my room. I do them, evenings and all sorts of off times, and some of them aren't so simple as they look, either." "Has anybody seen them?" He shook his head. "What's the use? Phebe's bones are bad enough. The house wouldn't hold two cranks. Nobody else knows." "I want to see them," she asserted. "They aren't anything to see. Besides, you couldn't understand them." "I'm not so sure of that. At least, you might try me." "Anyhow, I like them lots better than I do this stuff." He thumped the German grammar viciously. "Why don't you do them then?" "No good." "I mean instead of college." "Papa wouldn't let me." "Have you ever asked him?" "What's the use? He wants me to be a doctor." "Do you want to?" "No. Babe is enough to make me sick of doctors," he answered with brotherly frankness. "I like doctors, myself; but I'd rather be a good machinist than a bad doctor." "So would I, a plaguy sight," he muttered; "but the others wouldn't stand it." "I can't see why," Cicely said thoughtfully. "It is smutty work, and it doesn't sound exactly aristocratic; but soap is cheap, and you aren't obliged to eat out of a tin pail. Allyn, I'd do it if I were in your place." He turned to face her, and his brown eyes were lighted with his enthusiasm. "I wish I could," he said excitedly, his words tumbling over and over each other. "Ever since I was a little bit of a fellow, I've liked such things, machinery and all that. I've felt at home with it and wanted to handle it. I hate school and the things the fellows care for, girls and dancing school and that stuff--I don't mean you, Cis; you're more like a boy,--and I hate worst of all the everlasting Greek and Latin. It is out of my line; I can't see anything in it. There's some sense in machinery. You can handle it, and mend it, and make it go, and maybe improve it. That's enough better than things you get out of books. Do you suppose there would be any chance of their letting me cut school and go into a shop?" With a boy's eager haste, now that his secret was out, he was for dropping everything else and rushing headlong into his hobby. Cicely counselled patience. "Wait," she said, as she rested her hand on his for an instant. "You're only fifteen, and there is plenty of time to decide. It is worth trying for, and I think perhaps you may get your way; but, first of all, you'l
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