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‘
A
long
way
,
Sir
,
’
the
child
replied
.
‘
You
’
re
a
young
traveller
,
my
child
,
’
he
said
,
laying
his
hand
gently
on
her
head
.
‘
Your
grandchild
,
friend
?
’
‘
Aye
,
Sir
,
’
cried
the
old
man
,
‘
and
the
stay
and
comfort
of
my
life
.
’
‘
Come
in
,
’
said
the
schoolmaster
.
Without
further
preface
he
conducted
them
into
his
little
school
-
room
,
which
was
parlour
and
kitchen
likewise
,
and
told
them
that
they
were
welcome
to
remain
under
his
roof
till
morning
.
Before
they
had
done
thanking
him
,
he
spread
a
coarse
white
cloth
upon
the
table
,
with
knives
and
platters
;
and
bringing
out
some
bread
and
cold
meat
and
a
jug
of
beer
,
besought
them
to
eat
and
drink
.
The
child
looked
round
the
room
as
she
took
her
seat
.
There
were
a
couple
of
forms
,
notched
and
cut
and
inked
all
over
;
a
small
deal
desk
perched
on
four
legs
,
at
which
no
doubt
the
master
sat
;
a
few
dog
’
s
-
eared
books
upon
a
high
shelf
;
and
beside
them
a
motley
collection
of
peg
-
tops
,
balls
,
kites
,
fishing
-
lines
,
marbles
,
half
-
eaten
apples
,
and
other
confiscated
property
of
idle
urchins
.
Displayed
on
hooks
upon
the
wall
in
all
their
terrors
,
were
the
cane
and
ruler
;
and
near
them
,
on
a
small
shelf
of
its
own
,
the
dunce
’
s
cap
,
made
of
old
newspapers
and
decorated
with
glaring
wafers
of
the
largest
size
.
But
,
the
great
ornaments
of
the
walls
were
certain
moral
sentences
fairly
copied
in
good
round
text
,
and
well
-
worked
sums
in
simple
addition
and
multiplication
,
evidently
achieved
by
the
same
hand
,
which
were
plentifully
pasted
all
round
the
room
:
for
the
double
purpose
,
as
it
seemed
,
of
bearing
testimony
to
the
excellence
of
the
school
,
and
kindling
a
worthy
emulation
in
the
bosoms
of
the
scholars
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
the
old
schoolmaster
,
observing
that
her
attention
was
caught
by
these
latter
specimens
.
‘
That
’
s
beautiful
writing
,
my
dear
.
’
‘
Very
,
Sir
,
’
replied
the
child
modestly
,
‘
is
it
yours
?
’
‘
Mine
!
’
he
returned
,
taking
out
his
spectacles
and
putting
them
on
,
to
have
a
better
view
of
the
triumphs
so
dear
to
his
heart
.
‘
I
couldn
’
t
write
like
that
,
now
-
a
-
days
.
No
.
They
’
re
all
done
by
one
hand
;
a
little
hand
it
is
,
not
so
old
as
yours
,
but
a
very
clever
one
.
’
