ne 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 'Illustrated 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. Alcock, 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, Si