forward, but at the end Father noticed it and said she simply mustn't do it, that he wanted her to spare herself.
When the dinner was over all of us wanted to help clear the things up and wash the dishes, only Mother said that she would really much rather do it.
It was quite late when it was all over, and when we all kissed Mother before going to bed, she said it had been the most wonderful day in her life and I think there were tears in her eyes.
3
On the same day Mr. Drummond decided to send me to school. I was given new clothes: a long coat of pepper and salt, yellow leather breeches and a cap. A tin plate was hung upon my breast with No 63 on it. This showed of the boys at the school. I was taken to the school by Mr. Drummond, and before we came there we met the boys all out walking. I was at once put into their ranks and Mr. Drummond went away.
The school had two chiefs the chief schoolmaster and the chief servant. The master was the more important of the two, and as he will often appear in the pages of my story, I shall describe him in detail. Domine Dobiensis, or Dreary Dobbs, as we called him, was a tall and thin man. He had a long face with a large nose. He was a learned man, because, firstly, he had written a book on Greek grammar, and, secondly, he was fond of solving mathematical problems. At the moment when he was deep in his calculations he did not see or hear anything around him. The boys knew this weakness of their teacher and often said: "The Domine is in his dreams, and talks in his sleep. At a moment like this he quite forgot about the class, and the boys did what they liked. But when the Domine began to blow his nose it was a sure sign that he had returned from his abstraction. The boys stopped their games, opened their books, and silence again fell on the class.
The Domine loved a pun, and he often made puns in English, Greek and Latin. Nobody understood the Greek and Latin puns, and so nobody laughed at them. But that was, probably for the better because the Domine himself was a very serious man and never laughed aloud.
"Jacob Faithful, come here," were the first words that I heard the next morning when I had taken my seat at the farther end of the schoolroom. I rose and walked through two lines of boys to the master's high desk from which he looked down upon me.
"Jacob Faithful, can you read?"
"No, I can't," I replied. "I wish I could."
"A good answer, Jacob: your wish will come true. Do you know your alphabet?"
"I don't know what that is."
"Then you don't know it. Mr. Knapps will teach you. He teaches the beginners. To your studies now."
After saying this the Domine called up the first class, while Mr. Knapps called me to my first lesson. Mr. Knapps was a thin young man of about twenty years of age. He was small and weak, but very cruel. Although the |