t do for them.'

"Bernard had been so much used to flattery and fond words, that he did
not value them at all; he thought that they were only his due; and he
did not so much as say 'Thank you' to Miss Evans, nor even look smiling
nor pleasant; but he walked up to her round table, and curiously eyed
the large worsted stocking which she was darning--'Whose is that?' he
said.

"'My brother's, Master Low,' she answered.

"'Does he wear such things as those?' said Bernard; 'but I suppose he
must, because he is poor, and a curate, and a schoolmaster--my papa
wears silk.'

"'Your papa,' said Miss Evans, 'is a rich man, Master Low, and a
rector; and he can afford many things we must not think of.'

"'When shall we dine?' asked the boy.

"'Very soon, my dear,' answered Miss Evans.

"And then Master Bernard turned off to some other question, as
impertinently expressed as those he had put before.

"The dinner was set out in the room used for a schoolroom; an
ill-shaped room, with walls that had been washed with salmon colour,
but which were all scratched and inked. Each boy had a stool to sit
upon; the cloth was coarse, though clean, and all the things set upon
the table were coarse also.

"When called to dinner by a rough maidservant, Miss Evans led Bernard
in by the hand, and set him by herself on a chair at the _head_ of the
table.

"'Sister,' said Mr. Evans, in a low voice, 'last come, last
served--Master Low should sit below Price.'

"'Leave me to judge for myself, brother,' answered Miss Evans; 'you may
depend on my judgment.'

"And Bernard kept his seat, and had the nicest bits placed on his
plate.

"Bernard would have been quite as well contented, or, perhaps we may
say, not in the least more discontented, had he been set down at once
in his proper place, and served after the other boys.

"Then the other boys were not quite pleased; but Stephen was told to
tell them that Master Low was a parlour-boarder; and though they did
not quite understand what a parlour-boarder meant, they thought it
meant something, and that Bernard was to have some indulgences which
they were not to have.

"Many a trick would they have played him, no doubt, if Stephen had not
watched them. But as Stephen hated the spoiled child as much as they
did, he never hindered their speaking ill of him, and quizzing him,
when he did not hear or understand.

"Griffith soon gave him a nickname--this name was Noddy; there was no
wit in it,