"I remember. He wrote an article, and slipped it under the door of the printing office, not caring to have it known that he was the author."
"Shall I give you a piece of pie, Mr. Walton?" said Mrs. Ferguson.
"Thank you.".
"Me too," said Willie, extending his plate.
"Willie is always fond of pie," said his father, "In a printing office pi is not such a favorite."
When supper was over, Mr. Ferguson showed Harry a small collection of books, about twenty-five in number, neatly arranged on shelves.
"It isn't much of a library," he said, "but a few books are better than none. I should like to buy as many every year; but books are expensive, and the outlay would make too great an inroad upon my small surplus."
"I always thought I should like a library," said Harry, "but my father is very poor, and has fewer books than you. As for me, I have but one book besides the school-books I studied, and that I gained as a school prize—The Life of Franklin."
"If one has few books he is apt to prize them more," said Ferguson, "and is apt to profit by them more."
"Have you read the History of China?" asked Harry, who had been looking over his friend's books.