However, if you wish to cure the sore altogether, let your own hands grind the tools, and send them out to be handled by Parkin: he has got men on the box; trade is dull." "Well, I don't object to that." "Then, I say, let by-gones be gone-byes." They shook hands over this, and in a very few hours it was known that Mr.Little was right with the trade.
His early experiences as a philanthropic master were rather curious; but I shall ask leave to relate them in a series of their own, and to deal at present with matters of more common interest.
He called twice on Grace Carden; but she was out.

The third time he found her at home; but there was a lady with her, talking about the ball Mr.and Miss Carden were about to give.

It was a subject calculated to excite volubility, and Henry could not get in a word edgewise.

But he received some kind glances that made his heart beat.
The young lady sat there and gabbled; for she felt sure that no topic imported by a male creature could compete in interest with "the ball." So, at last, Henry rose in despair.

But Grace, to whom her own ball had been a bore for the last half hour, went with him to the door; and he seized the opportunity to tell her he was a workmen no longer, but a master, having workmen under him.
Grace saw he was jubilant, so she was glad directly, and said so.
But then she shook her pretty head, and hoped he would not have to regret Mr.Raby's offer.
"Never," said he, firmly; "unless I lose you.