away in an old stocking," said Luke, sneering.

"You may say so, if you like," said Harry, turning away.

He knew he was right, but it was disagreeable to be called a miser.
He was too proud to justify himself to Luke, who spent all his money
foolishly, though earning considerably larger wages than he.

There was one thing that Harry had not yet been able to do to any great
extent, though it was something he had at heart. He had not forgotten
his motto, "Live and Learn," and now that he was in a fair way to make
a living, he felt that he had made no advance in learning during the few
weeks since he arrived in Glenville.

The day previous he had heard, for the first time, that there was a
public library in another part of the town, which was open evenings.
Though it was two miles distant, and he had been at work all day, he
determined to walk up there and get a book. He felt that he was very
ignorant, and that his advance in the world depended upon his improving
all opportunities that might present themselves for extending his
limited knowledge. This was evidently one.

After his unsatisfactory interview with Luke, he set out for the upper
village, as it was called. Forty minutes' walk brought him to the
building in which the library was kept. An elderly man had charge of
it--a Mr. Parmenter.

"Can I take out a book?" asked Harry.

"Do you live in town?"

"Yes, sir."

"I don't remember seeing you before. You don't live in this village, do
you?"

"No, sir. I live in the lower village."

"What is your name?"

"Harry Walton."

"I don't remember any Walton family."

"My father lives in Granton. I am working for Mr. James Leavitt."

"I have no doubt this is quite correct, but I shall have to have Mr.
Leavitt's certificate to that effect, before I can put your name down,
and trust you with books."

"Then can't I take any book to-night?" asked Harry, disappointed.

"I am afraid not."

So it seemed his two-mile walk was for nothing. He must retrace his
steps and come again Monday night.

He was turning away disappointed when Dr. Townley, of the lower village,
who lived near Mr. Leavitt, entered the library.

"My wife wants a book in exchange for this, Mr. Parmenter," he said.
"Have you got anything new in? Ah, Harry Walton, how came you here? Do
you take books out of the library?"

"That's is what I came up for, but the librarian says I must bring a
line from Mr. Leavitt, telling who I am."

"If Dr