Young Little WAS clever.

At seven he had constructed a telescope; at nine, a flying-machine.

At ten he saved a valuable life.
Norwood Park was the adjacent estate,--a lordly domain dotted with red deer and black trunks, but scrupulously kept with gravelled roads as hard and blue as steel.

There Little was strolling one summer morning, meditating on a new top with concealed springs.

At a little distance before him he saw the flutter of lace and ribbons.