"They paid sixpence apiece for the raffle,--twenty tickets,--and the doll cost L2.

Nobody was taken in, and the doll, poor thing (it had such blue eyes!) went for a quarter of its value.

But Jack said nobody could guess what good the ten shillings did to the chimney-sweepers." Naturally enough, I say, my mother liked Uncle Jack; but my father liked him quite as well,--and that was a strong proof of my uncle's powers of captivation.

However, it is noticeable that when some retired scholar is once interested in an active man of the world, he is more inclined to admire him than others are.

Sympathy with such a companion gratifies at once his curiosity and his indolence; he can travel with him, scheme with him, fight with him, go with him through all the adventures of which his own books speak so eloquently, and all the time never stir from his easy-chair.