This conversation was carried on in a whisper. When it was ended Mr.
Middleton turned to Ishmael and said:
"Very well, my boy; I can but respect your scruples. Follow us back to Hamlin"s."
And so saying, he helped his wife and his niece into the pony chaise, got in himself, and took the reins to drive on.
Miss Claudia looked back and watched Ishmael as he limped slowly and painfully after them. The distance was very short, and they soon reached the shop.
"Which is the window he was looking in, Claudia?" inquired Mr.
Middleton.
"This one on the left hand, uncle."
"Ah! Come here, my boy; look into this window now, and tell me which of these books you would advise me to buy for a present to a young friend of mine?"
The poor fellow looked up with so much perplexity in his face at the idea of this grave, middle-aged gentleman asking advice of him, that Mr.
Middleton hastened to say:
"The reason I ask you, Ishmael, is because, you being a boy would be a better judge of another boy"s tastes than an old man like me could be.
So now judge by yourself, and tell me which book you think would please my young friend best. Look at them all, and take time."
"Oh, yes, sir. But I don"t want time! Anybody could tell in a minute which book a boy would like!"
"Which, then?"
"Oh, this, this, this! "History of the United States," all full of pictures!"
"But here is "Robinson Crusoe," and here is the "Arabian Nights"; why not choose one of them?"
"Oh, no, sir--don"t! They are about people that never lived, and things that aren"t true; and though they are very interesting, I know, there is no solid satisfaction in them like there is in this--"
"Well, now "this." What is the great attraction of this to a boy? Why, it"s nothing but dry history," said Mr. Middleton, with an amused smile, while he tried to "pump" the poor lad.
"Oh, sir, but there"s so much in it! There"s Captain John Smith, and Sir Walter Raleigh, and Jamestown, and Plymouth, and the Pilgrim Fathers, and John Hanc.o.c.k, and Patrick Henry, and George Washington, and the Declaration of Independence, and Bunker"s Hill, and Yorktown! Oh!" cried Ishmael with an ardent burst of enthusiasm.
"You seem to know already a deal more of the history of our country than some of my first-cla.s.s young gentlemen have taken the trouble to learn,"
said Mr. Middleton, in surprise.
"Oh, no, I don"t, sir. I know no more than what I have read in a little thin book, no bigger than your hand, sir, that was lent to me by the professor; but I know by that how much good there must be in this, sir."
"Ah! a taste of the dish has made you long for a feast."
"Sir?"
"Nothing, my boy, but that I shall follow your advice in the selection of a book," said the gentleman, as he entered the shop. The lady and the little girl remained in the carriage, and Ishmael stood feasting his hungry eyes upon the books in the window.
Presently the volume he admired so much disappeared.
"There! I shall never see it any more!" said Ishmael, with a sigh; "but I"m glad some boy is going to get it! Oh, won"t he be happy to-night, though! Wish it was I! No, I don"t neither; it"s a sin to covet!"
And a few minutes after the gentleman emerged from the shop with an oblong packet in his hand.
"It was the last copy he had left, my boy, and I have secured it! Now do you really think my young friend will like it?" asked Mr. Middleton.
"Oh, sir, won"t he though, neither!" exclaimed Ishmael, in sincere hearty sympathy with the prospective happiness of another.
"Well, then, my little friend must take it," said Mr. Middleton, offering the packet to Ishmael.
"Sir!" exclaimed the latter.
"It is for you, my boy."
"Oh, sir, I couldn"t take it, indeed! It is only another way of paying me for a common civility," said Ishmael, shrinking from the gift, yet longing for the book.
"It is not; it is a testimonial of my regard for you, my boy! Receive it as such."
"I do not deserve such a testimonial, and cannot receive it, sir,"
persisted Ishmael.
"There, uncle, I told you so!" exclaimed Claudia, springing from the carriage and taking the book from the hand of Mr. Middleton.
She went to the side of Ishmael, put her arm around his neck, drew his head down against hers, leaned her bright cheek against his, and said:
"Come, now, take the book; I know you want it; take it like a good boy; take it for my sake,"
Still Ishmael hesitated a little.
Then she raised the parcel and pressed it to her lips and handed it to him again, saying:
"There, now, you see I"ve kissed it. Fido would take anything I kissed; won"t you?"
Ishmael now held out his hands eagerly for the prize, took it and pressed it to his jacket, exclaiming awkwardly but earnestly:
"Thank you, miss! Oh, thank you a thousand, thousand times, miss! You don"t know how much I wanted this book, and how glad I am!"
"Oh, yes, I do. I"m a witch, and know people"s secret thoughts. But why didn"t you take the book when uncle offered it?"
"If you are a witch, miss, you can tell."
"So I can; it was because you don"t love uncle as well as you love me!
Well, Fido doesn"t either. But uncle is a nice man for all that."
"I wonder who "Fido" is," thought the poor boy. "I do wonder who he is; her brother, I suppose."
"Come, Claudia, my love, get into the carriage; we must go home," said Mr. Middleton, as he a.s.sisted his niece to her seat.
"I thank you very much, sir, for this very beautiful book," said Ishmael, going up to Mr. Middleton and taking off his hat.
"You are very welcome, my boy; so run home now and enjoy it," replied the gentleman, as he sprang into the carriage and took the reins.