"
"I will. That is the way Franklin did."
"I remember. He wrote an article, and slipped it under the door of
the printing office, not caring to have it known that he was the
author."
"Shall I give you a piece of pie, Mr. Walton?" said Mrs. Ferguson.
"Thank you.".
"Me too," said Willie, extending his plate.
"Willie is always fond of pie," said his father, "In a printing
office _pi_ is not such a favorite."
When supper was over, Mr. Ferguson showed Harry a small collection of
books, about twenty-five in number, neatly arranged on shelves.
"It isn't much of a library," he said, "but a few books are better
than none. I should like to buy as many every year; but books are
expensive, and the outlay would make too great an inroad upon my
small surplus."
"I always thought I should like a library," said Harry, "but my
father is very poor, and has fewer books than you. As for me, I have
but one book besides the school-books I studied, and that I gained as
a school prize--The Life of Franklin."
"If one has few books he is apt to prize them more," said Ferguson,
"and is apt to profit by them more."
"Have you read the History of China?" asked Harry, who had been
looking over his friend's books.
"No; I have never seen it."
"Why, there it is," said our hero, "In two volumes."
"Take it down," said Ferguson, laughing.
Harry did so, and to his surprise it opened in his hands, and
revealed a checker-board.
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