“A book,” repeated the grocery-man, “about earls.”
“I’m afraid,” said the clerk, looking rather queer, “that we haven’t what you want.”
“Haven’t?” said Mr. Hobbs, anxiously. “Well, say markises then—or dooks.”
“I know of no such book,” answered the clerk.
Mr. Hobbs was much disturbed. He looked down on the floor,—then he looked up.
“None about female earls?” he inquired.
“I’m afraid not,” said the clerk, with a smile.
“Well,” exclaimed Mr. Hobbs, “I’ll be jiggered!”
He was just going out of the store, when the clerk called him back and asked him if a story in which the nobility were chief characters would do. Mr. Hobbs said it would—if he could not get an entire volume devoted to earls. So the clerk sold him a book called [The Tower of London,] written by Mr. Harrison [Ainsworth,] and he carried it home.
When Dick came they began to read it. It was a very wonderful and exciting book, and the scene was laid in the reign of the famous English queen who is called by some people [Bloody Mary.] And as Mr. Hobbs heard of Queen Mary’s deeds and the habit she had of chopping people’s heads off, putting them to the torture, and burning them alive, he became very much excited. He took his pipe out of his mouth and stared at Dick.