The book in question was a certain romance, entitled "Jack and the Bean Stalk," adorned with illustrations in the freest style of water-color art.
"If you want to look at picture-books, you know what books you may have to-day; and your mamma will get them for you when she comes in again," continued Mr.Thorpe.
The works now referred to were, an old copy of the "Pilgrim's Progress" containing four small prints of the period of the last century; and a "Life of Moses," illustrated by severe German outlines in the manner of the modern school.

Zack knew well enough what books his father meant, and exhibited his appreciation of them by again beginning to wriggle his shoulders in and out of his frock.

He had evidently had more than enough already of the "Pilgrim's Progress" and the "Life of Moses." Mr.Thorpe said nothing more, and returned to his reading.

Mr.Goodworth put his hands in his pockets, yawned disconsolately, and looked, with a languidly satirical expression in his eyes, to see what his grandson would do next.

If the thought passing through the old gentleman's mind at that moment had been put into words, it would have been exactly expressed in the following sentence:--"You miserable little boy! When I was your age, how I should have kicked at all this!" Zack was not long in finding a new resource.