As they crawled up the street a few townspeople paused on the pavement and waved farewells. At the top of the town they overtook three sailor-boys, with bundles, who climbed up and perched themselves a-top of the van, on the luggage.
On they went again. There were two horses—a roan and a grey. Taffy had never before looked down on the back of a horse, and Joby’s horses astonished him; they were so broad behind, and so narrow at the shoulders. He wanted to ask if the shape were at all common, but felt shy. He stole a glance at the silver ring in Joby’s left ear, and blushed when Joby turned and caught him.
“Here, catch hold!” said Joby handing him the whip. “Only you mustn’t use it too fierce.”
“Thank you.”
“I suppose you’ll be a scholar, like your father? Can ee spell?”
“Yes.”
“Cipher?”
“Yes.”
“That’s more than I can. I counts upon my fingers. When they be used up, I begins upon my buttons. I ha’n’t got no buttons—visible that is—’pon my week-a-day clothes; so I keeps the long sums for Sundays, and adds ’em up and down my weskit during sermon. Don’t tell any person.”
“I won’t.”