“Thank you, sir! thank you, sir!” cried Charles, running for the hat.
“I hope you won’t be tired though,” said Arthur. “You shall rest upon my shoulder all the way; and do not be afraid of leaning all your weight, for I shall be able to bear it very well.”
“You shall have my shoulder to rest upon too,” exclaimed Charles: “So I dare say, grandpapa, you will not be tired.”
“Indeed,” replied Mr. Mansfield, putting one hand upon the shoulder of each, as he rose from the chair, “with two such kind little supporters, I shall not be easily fatigued.”
As they walked, Charles expressed his joy that they were going to see the inside of a mill, which was what he had long wished to do. “And, pray,” inquired he, “what is it like?”
Mr. Mansfield. That you will see when you get to it: in the mean time, Arthur, examine this wheat. I showed you barley and rye in the morning.
“There is no beard to this,” said Arthur.
Mr. Mansfield. No; and the ear is heavier and larger. Gather one, and count the number of grains it contains.
Charles pulled violently, and drew up a root that had seven stalks growing from it.