nter into the mysteries of the
cutlery trade."

"Indeed! well, I suppose, as you are looking out for a successor, you
soon intend to retire from business and take a wife, Mr Spikeman?"

"Why, I suppose it will be my fate one of these days," replied Spikeman;
"but that's an affair that requires some consideration."

"Very true, Mr Spikeman, it is a serious affair," replied the old lady;
"and I can assure you that neither my Ophelia nor Amelia should marry a
man, with my consent, without I was convinced the gentleman considered
it a very serious affair. It makes or mars a man, as the saying is."

"Well, Miss Ophelia, have you read all the books I lent you the last
time I was here?"

"Yes, that they have, both of them," replied the old lady; "they are so
fond of poetry."

"But we've often wished that you were here to read to us," replied Miss
Amelia, "you do read so beautifully; will you read to us after tea?"

"Certainly, with much pleasure."

Miss Ophelia now entered with the tea-tray; she and her sister then went
into the kitchen to make some toast, and to see to the kettle boiling,
while Mr Spikeman continued in conversation with the mother. Mrs
James was the widow of a draper in the town, who had, at his death left
her sufficient to live quietly and respectably with her daughters, who
were both very good, amiable girls; and it must be acknowledged, neither
of them unwilling to listen to the addresses of Mr Spikeman had he been
so inclined; but they began to think that Mr Spikeman was not a
marrying man, which, as the reader must know by this time, was the fact.

The evening passed very pleasantly. Mr Spikeman took a volume of
poetry, and, as Miss Ophelia had said, he did read very beautifully: so
much so, that Joey was in admiration, for he had never yet known the
power produced by good reading. At ten o'clock they took their leave,
and returned to Spikeman's domicile.

As soon as they were upstairs, and candles lighted, Spikeman sat down on
the sofa. "You see, Joey," said he, "that it is necessary not to
mention the knife-grinder's wheel, as it would make a difference in my
reception. All gentlemen do not gain their livelihood as honestly as I
do; but, still prejudices are not to be overcome. You did me a kind
act, and I wished to return it; I could not do so without letting you
into this little secret, but I have seen enough of you to think you can
be trusted."

"I should hope so," replied Joey: