He paid him also in poetry.

It never came into his head, seeing he never spoke, to teach him to read.

He soon gave up attempting to learn anything from him as to his place or people or history, for to all questions in that direction Gibbie only looked grave and shook his head.

As often, on the other hand, as he tried to learn where he spent the night, he received for answer only one of his merriest laughs.
Nor was larger time for reading the sole benefit Gibbie conferred upon Donal.

Such was the avidity and growing intelligence with which the little naked town-savage listened to what Donal read to him, that his presence was just so much added to Donal's own live soul of thought and feeling.