"That's Tom Mocket," said Lewis. "If Vinie's a partridge, Tom's a weasel." The weasel, sandy-haired and freckled, came up the path with long steps. "Hi, Lewis! Father's gone toward the market looking for your father. That's a brig from the Indies down there, and the captain's our cousin--ain't he, Vinie? I know who you are, sir. You're Adam Gaudylock, the great hunter!" "So I am, so I am!" quoth Adam. "Look here, little partridge, at what I've got in my pouch!" The partridge busied herself with the beaded thing, and the two boys talked aside. "I've till dinner time to do what I like in," said Lewis Rand. "Have you got to work?" "Not unless I want to," Young Mocket answered blissfully. "Father, he don't care! Besides"--he swelled with pride--"I don't work now at the wharf. I'm at Chancellor Wythe's." "Chancellor Wythe's! What are you doing there?" "Helping him. Maybe, by and by, I'll be a lawyer, too." "Heugh!" said the other. "Do you mean you're reading law?" "No-o, not just exactly. But I let people in--and I hear what they talk about. I like it better than the wharf, anyhow. I'll go with you and show you things. Is Mr. Gaudylock coming?" "No," replied Adam. "I'll finish my pipe, and take a look at the ship down there, and then I'll meet a friend at the Indian Queen. Be off with you both! Vinie will stay and talk to me." "Yeth, thir," said Vinie, her brown arm deep in the beaded pouch. The two lads left behind the scarlet-clad porch, the hunter and Vinie, the little green yard and the broken gate. "Where first? demanded Tom. "Where is the best place in Richmond to buy books?" Young Mocket considered. "There's a shop near the bridge. What do you want with books?" "I want to read them. We'll go to the bridge first." Tom hung back. "Don't you want to see the brig from Barbadoes? She's a beauty. There's a schooner from Baltimore, too, at the Rock Landing. You won't? Then let's go over to Widewilt's Island. Well, they whipped a man this morning and he's in the pillory now, down by the market. Let's go look at him.--Pshaw! what's the use of books! Don't you want to see the Guard turn out at noon, and hear the trumpet blow? Well, come on to the bridge! Nancy, the apple-woman, is there too." The shop near the bridge to which they resorted was dark and low, but learning was spread upon its counter, and a benevolent dragon of knowledge in horn spectacles ran over the wares for Lewis Rand. "De Jure Maritimo, six shillings eightpence, my lad. Burnet's History and Demosthenes' Orations, two crowns, Mr. Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, a great book and dear! Common Sense--and that's Tom Paine's, and you may have it for two pistareens." The boy shook his head. "I want a law-book." The genie put forth The Principles of Equity, and named the price. "'Tis too dear." A gentleman lounging against the counter closed the book into which he had been dipping, and drew nearer to the would-be purchaser.