cried Joe, opening his blue eyes wide, "what a scholar you are
I had never heard Joe read aloud to any greater extent than this monosyllable, and I had observed at church last Sunday when I accidentally held our Prayer-Book upside down, that it seemed to suit his convenience quite as well as if it had been all right.
I leaned over Joe, and, with the aid of my forefinger, read him the whole letter.
Give me," said Joe, "a good book, or a good newspaper, and sit me down afore a good fire, and I ask no better.
Didn't you ever go to school, Joe, when you were as little as me?
Well, Pip," said Joe, taking up the poker, and settling himself to his usual occupation when he was thoughtful, of slowly raking the fire between the lower bars: "I'll tell you.
Which, you see, Pip," said Joe, pausing in his meditative raking of the fire, and looking at me, "were a drawback on my learning.
Though mind you, Pip," said Joe, with a judicial touch or two of the poker on the top bar, "rendering unto all their doo, and maintaining equal justice betwixt man and man, my father were that good in his hart, don't you see?
It was like to have been brought to a speedy termination by the first sight of his first grandchild, which appeared to fill him with the belief that some alarming miracle had happened to Joe.
Joe inherited the whole; so that he became a man of great consequence in those parts, and was perfectly independent.