"Well," he said pleasantly, "and now, having settled the affairs of the Green Dragon, I proceed to my own. Will you come and be my scribbler for a few days? Or if you wish for a grander title, will you act as my amanuensis? I am sadly in need of a little help. I have found out that you can help me." "I don’t know whether you could read my writing," she said shyly. "That does not matter in the least," he answered. "I shan’t have to read it. Some one else will." "My spelling is not faultless," she said. "Also a trifle!" he replied. "Spelling, like every other virtue, is a relative thing, depending largely on the character of the individual. Have you any other objection?" She shook her head, and smiled brightly at him. "I should like to write for you," she said, "if only I could do it well enough." "I am sure of that," he answered kindly. "Mrs. Benbow tells me you are a young lady who does good work. I admire that beyond everything. You fatten up the poultry well, you make butter and pastry well--shouldn’t I just like to taste it! And I am sure you have cleaned this brass-work." "Yes," she said, "when I’m tired of every one and everything, I go and rub up the brasses until they are spotless. When I am utterly weary of the whole concern, and just burning to get away from this stupid little village, I polish the candlesticks and handles until my arms are worn out. I had a good turn at it yesterday." "Was yesterday a bad day with you, then?" he asked. "Yes," she answered. "When I was riding the old white horse yesterday, I just felt that I could go on riding, riding forever. But she is such a slow coach. She won’t go quickly!" "No, I should think you could walk more quickly," said Hieronymus. "Your legs would take you out into the world more swiftly than that old white horse. And being clear of this little village, and being out in the great world, what do you want to do?" "To learn!" she cried; "to learn to know something about life, and to get to have other interests: something great and big, something worth wearing one’s strength away for." Then she stopped suddenly. "What a goose I am!" she said, turning away half ashamed. "Something great and big," he repeated. "Cynics would tell you that you have a weary quest before you. But I think it is very easy to find something great and big. Only it all depends on the strength of your telescope. You must order the best kind, and unfortunately one can’t afford the best kind when one is very young. You have to pay for your telescope, not with money, but with years. But when at last it comes into your possession--ah, how it alters the look of things!" He paused a moment, as though lost in thought; and then, with the brightness so characteristic of him, he added: "Well, I must be going home to my humble duties at the Green Dragon, and you, no doubt, have to return to your task of feeding up the poultry for the market. When is market-day at Church Stretton?"