"Yes, Sir; "twas Paul," said Mrs. King. "The lad is a wonderful scholar: he told off all the sums as if they was in print; and to hear him read--"tis like nothing I ever heard since poor Mrs. Selby, Miss Jane"s mother."

"I saw he had been very well instructed--in acquaintance with the Bible, and the like."

"And, Sir, before I got to know him for a boy that would not give a false account of himself, I used to wonder whether he could have run away from some school, and have friends above the common. If you observe, Sir, he speaks so remarkably well."

Mr. Cope had observed it. Paul spoke much better English than did even the Kings; though Ellen was by way of being very particular, and sometimes a little mincing.

"You are quite sure it is not so?" he said, a little startled at Mrs.

King"s surmise.

"Quite sure now, Sir. I don"t believe he would tell a falsehood on no account; and besides, poor lad!" and she smiled as the tears came into her eyes, "he"s so taken to me, he wouldn"t keep nothing back from me, no more than my own boys."

"I"m sure he ought not, Mrs. King," said the Curate, "such a mother to him as you have been. I should like to examine him a little. With so much education, he might do something better for himself than field-labour."

"A very good thing it would be, Sir," said Mrs. King, looking much cheered; "for I mis...o...b.. me sometimes if he"ll ever be strong enough to gain his bread that way--at least, not to be a good workman. There! he"s not nigh so tall as Harold; and so slight and skinny as he is, going about all bent and slouching, even before his illness! Why, he says what made him stay so long in the Union was that he looked so small and young, that none of the farmers at Upperscote would take him from it; and so at last he had to go on the tramp."

Mr. Cope went up-stairs, and found Ellen, as usual, at her needle, and Paul in the arm-chair close by Alfred, both busied in choosing and cutting out pictures from Matilda"s "Ill.u.s.trated News," with which Harold ornamented the wall of the stair-case and landing. Mr. Cope sat down, and made them laugh with something droll about the figures that were lying spread on Alfred.

"So, Paul," he said, "I find Mrs. King has engaged you for her accountant."

"I wish I could do anything to be of any use," said Paul.

"I"ve half a mind to ask you some questions in arithmetic," said Mr.

Cope, with his merry eyes upon the boy, and his mouth looking grave; "only I"m afraid you might puzzle me."

"I can"t do as I used, Sir," said Paul, rather nervously; "I"ve forgotten ever so much; and my head swims."

The slate was lying near; Mr. Cope pushed it towards him, and said, "Well, will you mind letting me see how you can write from dictation?"

And taking up one of the papers, he read slowly several sentences from a description of a great fire, with some tolerably long-winded newspaper words in them. When he paused, and asked for the slate, there it all stood, perfectly spelt, well written, and with all the stops and capitals in the right places.

"Famously done, Paul! Well, and do you know where this place was?"

naming the town.

Paul turned his eyes about for a moment, and then gave the name of a county.

"That"ll do, Paul. Which part of England?"

"Midland."

And so on, Mr. Cope got him out of his depth by asking about the rivers, and made him frown and look teased by a question about a battle fought in that county. If he had ever known, he had forgotten, and he was weak and easily confused; but Mr. Cope saw that he had read some history and learnt some geography, and was not like some of the village boys, who used to think Harold had been called after Herod--a nice namesake, truly!

"Who taught you all this, Paul?" he said. "You must have had a cleverer master than is common in Unions. Who was he?"

"He was a Mr. Alc.o.c.k, Sir. He was a clever man. They said in the House that he had been a bit of a gentleman, a lawyer, or a clerk, or something, but that he could never keep from the bottle."

"What! and so they keep him for a school-master?"

"He was brought in, Sir; he"d got that mad fit that comes of drink, Sir, and was fresh out of gaol for debt. And when he came to, he said he"d keep the school for less than our master that was gone. He couldn"t do anything else, you see."

"And how did he teach you?"

"He knocked us about," said Paul, drawing his shoulders together with an unpleasant recollection; "he wasn"t so bad to me, because I liked getting my tasks, and when he was in a good humour, he"d say I was a credit to him, and order me in to read to him in the evening."

"And when he was not?"

"That was when he"d been out. They said he"d been at the gin-shop; but he used to be downright savage," said Paul. "At last he never thought it worth while to teach any lessons but mine, and I used to hear the other cla.s.ses; but the inspector came all on a sudden, and found it out one day when he"d hit a little lad so that his nose was bleeding, and so he was sent off."

"How long ago was this?"

"Going on for a year," said Paul.

"Didn"t the inspector want you to go to a training-school?" said Alfred.

"Yes; but the Guardians wouldn"t hear of it."

"Did you wish it?" asked Mr. Cope.

"I liked my liberty, Sir," was the answer; and Paul looked down.

"Well, and what you do think now you"ve tried your liberty?"

Paul didn"t make any answer, but finding that good-humoured face still waiting, he said slowly, "Why, Sir, it was well-nigh the worst of all to find I was getting as stupid as the cows."

Mr. Cope laughed, but not so as to vex him; and added, "So that was the way you learnt to be a reader, Paul. Can you tell me what books you used to read to this master?"

Paul paused; and Alfred said, ""Uncle Tom"s Cabin," Sir; he told us the story of that."

"Yes," said Paul; "but that wasn"t all: there was a book about Paris, and all the people in the back lanes there; and a German prince who came, and was kind."

"You must not tell them stories out of that book, Paul," said Mr. Cope quickly, for he knew it was a very bad one.

"No, Sir," said Paul; "but most times it was books he called philosophy, that I couldn"t make anything of--no story, and all dull; but he was very savage if I got to sleep over them, till I hated the sight of them."

"I"m glad you did, my poor boy," said Mr. Cope. "But one thing more.

Tell me how, with such a man as this, you could have learnt about the Bible and Catechism, as you have done."

"Oh," said Paul, "we had only the Bible and Testament to read in the school, because they were the cheapest; and the chaplain asked us about the Catechism every Sunday."

"What was the chaplain"s name?"

Paul was able, with some recollection, to answer; but he knew little about the clergyman, who was much overworked, and seldom able to give any time to the paupers.

Three days after, Mr. Cope again came into the post-office.

"Well, Mrs. King, I suppose you don"t need to be told that our friend Paul has spoken nothing but truth. The chaplain sends me his baptismal registry, for which I asked. Just seventeen he must be--a foundling, picked up at about three weeks old, January 25th, 1836. They fancy he was left by some tramping musicians, but never were able to trace them--at least, so the chaplain hears from some of the people who remember it.

Being so stunted, and looking younger than he is, no farmer would take him from the House, and the school-master made him useful, so he was kept on till the grand exposure that he told us of."