CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
SNOB AND SNUB.
Jeffreys was not long in finding out the best and the worst of his new lot at Wildtree Towers.

To an ordinary thick-skinned fellow, with his love of books and partiality for boys, his daily life during the six months which followed his introduction under Mr Rimbolt's roof might have seemed almost enviable.

The whole of each morning was devoted to the duties of the library, which, under his conscientious management, gradually assumed the order of a model collection.

A librarian is born, not made, and Jeffreys seemed unexpectedly and by accident to have dropped into the one niche in life for which he was best suited.

Mr Rimbolt was delighted to see his treasures gradually emerging from the chaos of an overcrowded lumber-room into the serene and dignified atmosphere of a library of well-arranged and well-tended volumes.