“How much is there?”

“About a hundred cords.”

James thought of the time when he cut twenty-five cords for seven dollars, and he named a price to correspond.

“I’ll give you twenty-five dollars,” said the proprietor of the wood.

It was a low price for the labor involved, but, on the other hand, it would be of essential service to the struggling student.

“I will undertake it,” he said.

“When will you go to work?”

“Now!” answered James promptly.

How long it took him to do the work we have no record, but he doubtless worked steadfastly till it was accomplished.  We can imagine the satisfaction he felt when the money was put into his hands, and he felt that he would not need to be quite so economical in the coming term.

Accordingly, when the vacation was over and James went back to the seminary, he did not re-engage the room which he and his two friends had rented the term before.  He realized that to be in a condition to study well he must feed his body well, and he was in favor of a more generous system of diet.  Besides, the labor required for cooking was so much time taken from his study hours.

He heard that a widow—­Mrs. Stiles—­mother of the present sheriff of Ashtabula County, was prepared to receive boarders, and, accordingly, he called upon her to ascertain if she would receive him.

She knew something of him already, for she learned that he had obtained the reputation of a steady and orderly student, and was disposed to favor his application.

The next question was an important one to young Garfield.

“How much do you expect me to pay?”

He waited with some anxiety for the answer, for though he had twenty-five dollars in his pocket, the term was a long one, and tuition was to be paid also.

“A dollar and six cents will be about right,” said Mrs. Stiles, “for board, washing, and lodging.”

“That will be satisfactory,” said James, with a sigh of relief, for he saw his way clear to pay this sum for a time, at least, and for the whole term if he could again procure employment at his old trade.

A dollar and six cents!  It was rather an odd sum, and we should consider it nowadays as very low for any sort of board in any village, however obscure or humble.  But in those days it was not so exceptional, and provisions were so much lower that the widow probably lost nothing by her boarder, though she certainly could not have made much.

James had no money to spare for another purpose, though there was need enough of it.  He needed some new clothes badly.  He had neither underclothing nor overcoat, and but one outside suit, of cheap Kentucky jean.  No doubt he was subjected to mortification on account of his slender supply of clothing.  At any rate he was once placed in embarrassing circumstances.

Toward the close of the term, as Mrs. Stiles says, his trowsers became exceedingly thin at the knees, and one unlucky day, when he was incautiously bending forward, they tore half-way round the leg, exposing his bare knee.