Piedro changed colour terribly, and seizing hold of the tin box, endeavoured to wrest it from the youth who measured so accurately. Carlo held his prize fast, and lifting it above his head, he ran into the midst of the square where the little market was held, exclaiming, "A discovery! a discovery! that concerns all who love sugar-plums. A discovery! a discovery! that concerns all who have ever bought the sweetest, largest, and most admirable sugar-plums ever sold in Naples."
The crowd gathered from all parts of the square as he spoke.
"We have bought," and "We have bought of those sugar-plums," cried several little voices at once, "if you mean Piedro"s."
"The same," continued Carlo--"he who, out of grat.i.tude to his numerous customers, gives, or promises to give, burnt almonds gratis."
"Excellent they were!" cried several voices. "We all know Piedro well; but what"s your discovery?"
"My discovery is," said Carlo, "that you, none of you, know Piedro. Look you here; look at this box--this is his measure; it has a false bottom--it holds only three-quarters as much as it ought to do; and his numerous customers have all been cheated of one-quarter of every measure of the admirable sugar-plums they have bought from him. "Think twice of a good bargain," says the proverb."
"So we have been finely duped, indeed," cried some of the bystanders, looking at one another with a mortified air. Full of courtesy, full of craft![27] "So this is the meaning of his burnt almonds gratis," cried others; all joined in an uproar of indignation, except one, who, as he stood behind the rest, expressed in his countenance silent surprise and sorrow.
[27] Chi te fa piu carezza che non vuole, O ingannato t" ha, o ingannar te vuole.
"Is this Piedro a relation of yours?" said Carlo, going up to this silent person. "I am sorry, if he be, that I have published his disgrace, for I would not hurt _you_. You don"t sell sugar-plums as he does, I"m sure; for my little sister Rosetta has often bought from you.
Can this Piedro be a friend of yours?"
"I wished to have been his friend, but I see I can"t," said Francisco.
"He is a neighbour of ours, and I pitied him; but since he is at his old tricks again, there"s an end of the matter. I have reason to be obliged to you, for I was nearly taken in. He has behaved so well for some time past, that I intended this very evening to have gone to him, and to have told him that I was willing to do for him what he has long begged of me to do--to enter into partnership with him."
"Francisco! Francisco! your measure, lend us your measure!" exclaimed a number of little merchants crowding round him. "You have a measure for sugar-plums; and we have all agreed to refer to that, and to see how much we have been cheated before we go to break Piedro"s bench and declare him bankrupt,[28]--the punishment for all knaves."
[28] This word comes from two Italian words, _banco rotto_--broken bench. Bankers and merchants used formerly to count their money and write their bills of exchange upon benches in the streets; and when a merchant or banker lost his credit, and was unable to pay his debts, his bench was broken.
They pressed on to Francisco"s board, obtained his measure, found that it held something more than a quarter above the quant.i.ty that could be contained in Piedro"s. The cries of the enraged populace were now most clamorous. They hung the just and the unjust measures upon high poles; and, forming themselves into a formidable phalanx, they proceeded towards Piedro"s well-known yellow-lettered beard, exclaiming, as they went along, "Common cause! common cause! The little Neapolitan merchants will have no knaves amongst them! Break his bench! break his bench! He is a bankrupt in honesty."
Piedro saw the mob, heard the indignant clamour, and terrified at the approach of numbers, he fled with the utmost precipitation, having scarcely time to pack up half his sugar-plums. There was a prodigious number, more than would have filled many honest measures, scattered upon the ground and trampled under foot by the crowd. Piedro"s bench was broken, and the public vengeance wreaked itself also upon his treacherous painted board. It was, after being much disfigured by various inscriptions expressive of the universal contempt for Piedro, hung up in a conspicuous part of the market-place; and the false measure was fastened like a cap upon one of its corners. Piedro could never more show his face in this market, and all hopes of friendship--all hopes of partnership with Francisco--were for ever at an end.
If rogues would calculate, they would cease to be rogues; for they would certainly discover that it is most for their interest to be honest--setting aside the pleasure of being esteemed and beloved, of having a safe conscience, with perfect freedom from all the various embarra.s.sments and terror to which knaves are subject. Is it not clear that our crafty hero would have gained rather more by a partnership with Francisco, and by a fair character, than he could possibly obtain by fraudulent dealing in comfits?
When the mob had dispersed, after satisfying themselves with executing summary justice upon Piedro"s bench and board, Francisco found a carpenter"s rule lying upon the ground near Piedro"s broken bench, which he recollected to have seen in the hands of Carlo. He examined it carefully, and he found Carlo"s name written upon it, and the name of the street where he lived; and though it was considerably out of his way, he set out immediately to restore the rule, which was a very handsome one, to its rightful owner. After a hot walk through several streets, he overtook Carlo, who had just reached the door of his own house. Carlo was particularly obliged to him, he said, for restoring this rule to him, as it was a present from the master of a vessel, who employed his father to do carpenter"s work for him. "One should not praise one"s self, they say," continued Carlo; "but I long so much to gain your good opinion, that I must tell you the whole history of the rule you have restored. It was given to me for having measured the work and made up the bill of a whole pleasure-boat myself. You may guess I should have been sorry enough to have lost it. Thank you for its being once more in my careless hands, and tell me, I beg, whenever I can do you any service. By-the-bye, I can make up for you a fruit stall. I"ll do it to-morrow, and it shall be the admiration of the market. Is there anything else you could think of for me?"
"Why, yes," said Francisco; "since you are so good-natured, perhaps you"d be kind enough to tell me the meaning of some of those lines and figures that I see upon your rule. I have a great curiosity to know their use."
"That I"ll explain to you with pleasure, as far as I know them myself; but when I"m at fault, my father, who is cleverer than I am, and understands trigonometry, can help us out."
"Trigonometry!" repeated Francisco, not a little alarmed at the high-sounding word; "that"s what I certainly shall never understand."
"Oh, never fear," replied Carlo, laughing. "I looked just as you do now--I felt just as you do now--all in a fright and a puzzle, when I first heard of angles and sines, and co-sines, and arcs and centres, and complements and tangents."
"Oh, mercy! mercy!" interrupted Francisco, whilst Carlo laughed, with a benevolent sense of superiority.
"Why," said Carlo, "you"ll find all these things are nothing when you are used to them. But I cannot explain my rule to you here broiling in the sun. Besides, it will not be the work of a day, I promise you; but come and see us at your leisure hours, and we"ll study it together. I have a great notion we shall become friends; and, to begin, step in with me now," said Carlo, "and eat a little macaroni with us. I know it is ready by this time. Besides, you"ll see my father, and he"ll show you plenty of rules and compa.s.ses, as you like such things; and then I"ll go home with you in the cool of the evening, and you shall show me your melons and vines, and teach me, in time, something of gardening. Oh, I see we must be good friends, just made for each other; so come in--no ceremony."
Carlo was not mistaken in his predictions; he and Francis...o...b..came very good friends, spent all their leisure hours together, either in Carlo"s workshop or in Francisco"s vineyard, and they mutually improved each other. Francisco, before he saw his friend"s rule, knew but just enough of arithmetic to calculate in his head the price of the fruit which he sold in the market; but with Carlo"s a.s.sistance, and the ambition to understand the tables and figures upon the wonderful rule, he set to work in earnest, and in due time satisfied both himself and his master.
"Who knows but these things that I am learning now may be of some use to me before I die?" said Francisco, as he was sitting one morning with his tutor, the carpenter.
"To be sure it will," said the carpenter, putting down his compa.s.ses, with which he was drawing a circle. "Arithmetic is a most useful, and I was going to say necessary thing to be known by men in all stations; and a little trigonometry does no harm. In short, my maxim is, that no knowledge comes amiss; for a man"s head is of as much use to him as his hands; and even more so.
"A word to the wise will always suffice.
"Besides, to say nothing of making a fortune, is not there a great pleasure in being something of a scholar, and being able to pa.s.s one"s time with one"s book, and one"s compa.s.ses and pencil? Safe companions these for young and old. No one gets into mischief that has pleasant things to think of and to do when alone; and I know, for my part, that trigonometry is----"
Here the carpenter, just as he was going to p.r.o.nounce a fresh panegyric upon his favourite trigonometry, was interrupted by the sudden entrance of his little daughter Rosetta, all in tears: a very unusual spectacle, for, taking the year round, she shed fewer tears than any child of her age in Naples.
"Why, my dear good-humoured little Rosetta, what has happened? Why these large tears?" said her brother Carlo, and he went up to her, and wiped them from her cheeks. "And these that are going over the bridge of the nose so fast? I must stop these tears too," said Carlo.
Rosetta, at this speech, burst out laughing, and said that she did not know till then that she had any bridge on her nose.
"And were these sh.e.l.ls the cause of the tears?" said her brother, looking at a heap of sh.e.l.ls which she held before her in her frock.
"Yes, partly," said Rosetta. "It was partly my own fault, but not all.
You know I went out to the carpenters" yard, near the a.r.s.enal, where all the children are picking up chips and sticks so busily; and I was as busy as any of them, because I wanted to fill my basket soon; and then I thought I should sell my basketful directly in the little wood-market.
As soon as I had filled my basket, and made up my f.a.ggot (which was not done, brother, till I was almost baked by the sun, for I was forced to wait by the carpenters for the bits of wood to make up my f.a.ggot)--I say, when it was all ready, and my basket full, I left it all together in the yard." "That was not wise to leave it," said Carlo. "But I only left it for a few minutes, brother, and I could not think anybody would be so dishonest as to take it whilst I was away. I only just ran to tell a boy, who had picked up all these beautiful sh.e.l.ls upon the sea-sh.o.r.e, and who wanted to sell them, that I should be glad to buy them from him, if he would only be so good as to keep them for me, for an hour or so, till I had carried my wood to market, and till I had sold it, and so had money to pay him for the sh.e.l.ls."
"Your heart was set mightily on these sh.e.l.ls, Rosetta."
"Yes; for I thought you and Francisco, brother, would like to have them for your nice grotto that you are making at Resina. That was the reason I was in such a hurry to get them. The boy who had them to sell was very good-natured; he poured them into my lap, and said I had such an honest face he would trust me, and that as he was in a great hurry, he could not wait an hour whilst I sold my wood; but that he was sure I would pay him in the evening, and he told me that he would call here this evening for the money. But now what shall I do, Carlo? I shall have no money to give him: I must give him back his sh.e.l.ls, and that"s a great pity."
"But how happened it that you did not sell your wood?"
"Oh, I forgot; did not I tell you that? When I went back for my basket, do you know it was empty, quite empty, not a chip left? Some dishonest person had carried it all off. Had not I reason to cry now, Carlo?"
"I"ll go this minute into the wood-market, and see if I can find your f.a.ggot. Won"t that be better than crying?" said her brother. "Should you know any one of your pieces of wood again if you were to see them?"
"Yes, one of them, I am sure, I should know again," said Rosetta. "It had a notch at one end of it, where one of the carpenters cut it off from another piece of wood for me."
"And is this piece of wood from which the carpenter cut it still to be seen?" said Francisco. "Yes, it is in the yard; but I cannot bring it to you, for it is very heavy."
"We can go to it," said Francisco, "and I hope we shall recover your basketful."
Carlo and his friend went with Rosetta immediately to the yard, near the a.r.s.enal, saw the notched piece of wood, and then proceeded to the little wood-market, and searched every heap that lay before the little factors; but no notched bit was to be found, and Rosetta declared that she did not see one stick that looked at all like any of hers.
On their part, her companions eagerly untied their f.a.ggots to show them to her, and exclaimed, "that they were incapable of taking what did not belong to them; that of all persons they should never have thought of taking anything from the good-natured little Rosetta, who was always ready to give to others, and to help them in making up their loads."
Despairing of discovering the thief, Francisco and Carlo left the market. As they were returning home, they were met by the English servant Arthur, who asked Francisco where he had been, and where he was going.
As soon as he heard of Rosetta"s lost f.a.ggot, and of the bit of wood, notched at one end, of which Rosetta drew the shape with a piece of chalk which her brother had lent her, Arthur exclaimed, "I have seen such a bit of wood as this within this quarter of an hour; but I cannot recollect where. Stay! this was at the baker"s, I think, where I went for some rolls for my master. It was lying beside his oven."
To the baker"s they all went as fast as possible, and they got there but just in time. The baker had in his hand the bit of wood with which he was that instant going to feed his oven.
"Stop, good Mr. Baker!" cried Rosetta, who ran into the baker"s shop first; and as he heard "Stop! stop!" re-echoed by many voices, the baker stopped; and turning to Francisco, Carlo, and Arthur, begged, with a countenance of some surprise, to know why they had desired him to stop.
The case was easily explained, and the baker told them that he did not buy any wood in the little market that morning; that this f.a.ggot he had purchased between the hours of twelve and one from a lad about Francisco"s height, whom he met near the yard of the a.r.s.enal.
"This is my bit of wood, I am sure; I know it by this notch," said Rosetta.