"He is in a little book that I bought of the pedlar. He had a brazen
head that said--
'Time is,
Time was,
Time will be.'
I wonder if Mr. Arden would show me one like it."
"You ridiculous little fellow to believe such trash!" said Harriet.
"But, Hatty, he can really light a candle without a tinder-box," said
Eugene. "His landlady told Palmer so; and Palmer says the Devil flew
away with Friar Bacon; but my book says he burnt all his books and
gave himself to the study of divinity, and dug his grave with his
own nails."
"Little boys should not talk of such things on Sundays," said Harriet,
severely.
"One does talk of the Devil on Sunday, for he is in the catechism,"
returned Eugene. "If he carries Mr. Arden off, do you think there
will be a great smoke, and that folk will see it?"
Aurelia's silvery peal of laughter fell sadly upon Betty's ears in
front, and her father and Mr. Arden turned to ask what made them so
merry. Aurelia blushed in embarrassment, but Harriet was ready.
"You will think us very rude, Sir, but my little brother has been
reading the life of Friar Bacon, and he thinks you an equally great
philosopher."
"Indeed, my little master, you do me too much honour.
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