CHAPTER XIV.
VOICES FROM THE SEA.
Before winter and the long nights came around again, Taffy had become quite a clever carpenter.

From the first his quickness fairly astonished the Bryanite, who at the best was but a journeyman and soon owned himself beaten.
"I doubt," said he, "if you'll ever make so good a man as your father; but you can't help making a better workman." He added, with his eyes on the boy's face, "There's one thing in which you might copy en.

He hasn't much of a gift: _but he lays it 'pon the altar_." By this time Taffy had resumed his lessons.

Every day he carried a book or two in his satchel with his dinner, and read or translated aloud while his father worked.

Two hours were allowed for this in the morning, and again two in the afternoon.