"He is rather smaller and punier than I like, but I have no doubt that he will prove willing and obedient." "What is his name ?" asked Mrs.S., who had a sharp chin, sharp nose, and sharp features throughout; and, with all, rather a sharp voice.
She had no children of her own--those tender pledges being denied her, perhaps on account of the peculiar sharpness of her temper.
"His name is Henry," replied her husband.
"Henry what ?" "Henry Gaston, I believe.

Isn't that it, my boy ?" Henry replied in the affirmative.

Mr.Sharp then said-- "You can go in with Mrs.Sharp, Henry.

She will tell you what she wants you to do." "Yes, come along." And Mrs.Sharp turned away as she spoke, and retired into the more interior portion of the house, followed by the boy.
"Mrs.Sharp will tell you what she wants you to do ?" Yes, that' tells the story.

From this hour the child is to become the drudge--the hewer of wood and drawer of water--for an unfeeling woman, whose cupidity and that of her husband have prompted them to get a little boy as a matter of saving--one who could do the errands for the shop and the drudgery for the house.