I thought he seemed a little confused at my entrance, for he got up rather awkwardly and shuffled his papers together, so I took pity on his embarrassment, and only spoke to Mrs.Barton.
She took me into the little outer kitchen to show me where she did her cooking, and I asked her in a low voice what he was studying.
'He does a little of everything,' she said, with a sort of suppressed pride in her voice.

'Sometimes it is history, and oftener summing; he will have it that a man cannot have too much learning, and that he wants to improve himself; he is always fretting because he never had a chance when he was young, all along of his having to work when his poor father died, and so he is all for making up for lost time; sometimes Dr.
Hamilton comes in and helps him with the Latin and--what do you call those figures ?' I suggested mathematics, and she nodded assent.
'Oh, Nat is a sight cleverer already than his master,' she went on.

'I am thinking that if he goes on learning more and more, that Mr.Roberts will be taking him into the business some day.

Nat is a sort of foreman now, for his master thinks a deal of Nathaniel, and no wonder, for it is not only his learning, and his sitting up late, and getting up early in the winter's morning, and creeping downstairs without his boots so as not to wake me; for all he is such a good son; but I will say it, that there is not a young man in these parts that can beat Nat,' finished the little widow, in a broken voice.
I said I was glad to hear it, for she evidently expected me to say something; and then I asked how long Dr.Hamilton had given him lessons in Latin and mathematics.

She was only too ready to tell me, and seemed pleased at my interest.
'Ever since Nat hurt his arm in the railway accident; and I will say that Dr.Hamilton brought him round in a wonderful way; he found him at his books one evening, and ordered him off to bed in a hurry; but when he came next time he had a long talk with Nat, and promised to give him an hour when he could spare it.