He studied faithfully the few in the house--the Shakespeare, the _Pilgrim's Progress_, Milton, and _Gulliver's Travels_.

The others wondered at him.

They could not understand how any one who could handle a gun or a musical instrument could lay finger on a book.

"Made-up things," said Abner once, with a scornful motion towards Shakespeare.
"No more made-up than fugue," retorted Eugene, hotly; but they all cried out on him.
This morning Madelon cast one quick glance at him as he sauntered over to the settle with his book.

Then she did not look his way again.