“It does not signify a pin’s head,” said the clerk; “the parish must find a new ‘un!”
“It is no fault of mine,” said the Pastor. “Are my chops ready?”
CHAPTER II.
“And soothed with idle dreams the frowning fate.”—CRABBE.
“Why does not my father come back? what a time he has been away!”
“My dear Philip, business detains him; but he will be here in a few days—perhaps to-day!”
“I should like him to see how much I am improved.”
“Improved in what, Philip?” said the mother, with a smile. “Not Latin, I am sure; for I have not seen you open a book since you insisted on poor Todd’s dismissal.”
“Todd! Oh, he was such a scrub, and spoke through his nose: what could he know of Latin?”