"What do you want?" asked the iron-gray man, coming from behind a great pile of coal-scuttles.
Nelly squeezed Lubin"s hand to make him speak first, for she was a shy little girl.
"We each want four sum-grates, for four little fireplaces," said Lubin--"the very lightest that you can give us. I should like some no bigger than my shoe."
"You"re made of different metal from the young fellow whom we had here yesterday," said Arithmetic, looking down with some scorn at the fat little boy. "You"ll never cut your fingers by meddling with problems, I guess."
"You may answer for that," said Lubin.
Mr. Arithmetic, without further delay, produced specimens of his four simplest kinds of sum grates, like those from which d.i.c.k had been supplied. Lubin and Nelly soon chose Addition as their first purchase from Arithmetic--a grate so small and so light that even the little girl supported the burden with tolerable ease.
"You must come back to-morrow for something a little heavier," said Mr.
Arithmetic. "Addition is simple enough; but Division needs a little greater effort of strength."
"We"ve done grand things to-day," exclaimed Lubin; "it"s time enough to think about to-morrow."
"Oh, I will certainly come back then!" cried Nelly, not a little pleased at her present success.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE WONDERFUL BOY.
That evening d.i.c.k and his dark companion Pride sat in his cottage together. The boy looked out of spirits or out of temper. Perhaps his cut still pained him; perhaps the perpetual patter of the shower which was falling made him gloomy and dull, for a violent rain had come on, which continued during the whole of that night.
"Who would have thought," said Pride, "that lazy Lubin and lame Nelly would have mounted so bravely to the top of Multiplication staircase, and have carried back, safely over Bother, such nice little grates of Addition? You must really look sharp, d.i.c.k Desley, or they"ll furnish their cottages before you."
"Before me!" exclaimed d.i.c.k, with a sneer. "I could do more with my little finger than Lubin with all his fat fist."
"Certainly," observed Pride, "it would be an intolerable disgrace to a clever fellow like you if you let any one get before you. You are not one who would endure to see another winning from you the crown of Success."
"I"ll never see _that_," cried d.i.c.k, haughtily. "I should like to know who has a chance against me!"
"No one has the smallest chance against you, if you only exert yourself," said Pride. "If I were you I would put forth my powers, and do something to astonish them all."
"I will!" cried d.i.c.k, with decision. "I"ll go to Arithmetic to-morrow, and bring back the three remaining sum-grates all at once. But what wretched weather we have this evening!" he exclaimed; "I"m afraid all the brightness of summer is going. And what"s that on my wall--that dull stain as of damp, that seems creeping over my paper?"
"It is merely caused by the rain. I should think nothing of it," said Pride.
But d.i.c.k did think something of the stain. He saw that it marred the beauty of that upon which he had bestowed much diligent labour.
"I"ll cross over to Nelly"s cottage," he said, "and see if the damp is staining hers also."
Nelly was busy fixing in her grate. She looked upon her brother with a smile.
"How kind to come and see me through the rain!"
"I did not come to see you, but your paper. How is this?--there is not a damp spot upon it!"
"Nor on Lubin"s neither," remarked Nelly. "But I was with Matty just now, and the damp shows sadly on her fairies."
"What on earth can make the difference?" cried d.i.c.k.
"I do not know, unless--unless--" Nelly hesitated before she added--"unless it be that both Matty and you used the paste that Pride recommended."
"That has nothing to do with it," said d.i.c.k, as he quitted the cottage in displeasure.
But Nelly had been right in her guess. There will be an ugly stain upon any work which we only pursue with zeal because we want to _outdo_ others in it.
d.i.c.k did not make his appearance on the following morning at the breakfast-table. The children still took their meals at the house Needful till their cottages should be better prepared.
"I am so glad that it has stopped raining," said Nelly, when she had finished her breakfast. "I have been wishing for the weather to clear, for I promised Mr. Arithmetic that I would go back for the grate of Division. Matty, dear, you will come with us to-day?"
Matty had come down to breakfast in a dress almost as ridiculously fine as that worn by Miss Folly herself. She tossed her head, and replied,--
"I"ve something better to do than to buy, or carry, or scrub wretched sum-grates of Arithmetic. I"m going out with Miss Folly, to be introduced to some of her friends."
"But, Matty, the grates are quite necessary," urged Nelly. "We are soon to take up our quarters in our cottages, and sleep there as well as work. What shall we do when the cold weather comes if we"ve no means of having a fire?"
"How shall we cook our dinners?" asked Lubin. "If there"s one thing more useful in a house than anything else, I should say it is a grate in the kitchen."
"Oh, Miss Folly tells me never to look forward to winter," cried Matty, "but just enjoy myself while I can. So I am not going to plague myself with either Addition or Division to-day. To look after such vulgar things is only a shopkeeper"s business."
"But what will mother say," persisted Nelly, "if she find your cottage unfurnished?"
"Unfurnished, indeed!" cried Matty. "It will be far better furnished than yours. I mean to have French mirrors, and Italian paintings, and German gla.s.s and china. I shall get a tambourine also, and perhaps some day a guitar. Miss Folly tells me that Lady Fashion, her most particular friend, has all these; and though they make a fine show, they are not so dear as one would think."
"They are all good and beautiful things, I daresay," began Nelly; "but--"
"But grates must come before mirrors, and carpets before German china,"
laughed Lubin. "We must buy what is needful first, and think of what is pretty afterwards."
"That may be your way; but it is not my way, and it was never the way of Miss Folly," cried Matty, as she flaunted out of the house.
"I wonder at d.i.c.k being so late," observed Nelly; "we ought to be off to the town."
"He is not late, but early," said Lubin. "He had had his breakfast, and started for the town of Education, before I was out of my bed."
"I wish that he had waited for us," cried Nelly; "it is so nice to go through our work all together. You and I had now better set off."
"I"m going presently," replied Lubin. "I"ve just five minutes to spare; and I"m about to step round to Amus.e.m.e.nt"s bazaar, hard by here, to get a few barley-sugar drops, to refresh me on my wearisome walk."
"I think that you had better delay your visit to the bazaar until you have done your business with Mr. Arithmetic. Our mother"s proverb, you know, is, "Duty first, and pleasure afterwards." The sky is dark, the weather uncertain; we may be stopped from going altogether if we do not start off at once."
"I should like to be stopped altogether," said Lubin, with a smile. "I should not care if I never took another journey to the town of Education."