He seemed to derive a great deal of comfort from his reflections
and Dick's visit. Before Dick went home, they had a supper in
the small back-room; they had crackers and cheese and sardines,
and other canned things out of the store, and Mr. Hobbs solemnly
opened two bottles of ginger ale, and pouring out two glasses,
proposed a toast.
"Here's to HIM!" he said, lifting his glass, "an' may he teach
'em a lesson--earls an' markises an' dooks an' all!"
After that night, the two saw each other often, and Mr. Hobbs was
much more comfortable and less desolate. They read the Penny
Story Gazette, and many other interesting things, and gained a
knowledge of the habits of the nobility and gentry which would
have surprised those despised classes if they had realized it.
One day Mr. Hobbs made a pilgrimage to a book store down town,
for the express purpose of adding to their library. He went to
the clerk and leaned over the counter to speak to him.
"I want," he said, "a book about earls."
"What!" exclaimed the clerk.
"A book," repeated the grocery-man, "about earls."
"I'm afraid," said the clerk, looking rather queer, "that we
haven't what you want."
"Haven't?" said Mr. Hobbs, anxiously. "Well, say markises
then--or dooks."
"I know of no such book," answered the clerk.
Mr. Hobbs was much disturbed. He looked down on the floor,--then
he looked up.
"None about female earls?" he inquired.
"I'm afraid not," said the clerk with a smile.
"Well," exclaimed Mr. Hobbs, "I'll be jiggered!"
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