"To be sure he is, because he is supposed to have more knowledge than
any one on board."
"Then I am contented, father, with the prospect of being respectable; so
there's an end of that business, except that I must write and thank the
captain for his kindness."
"Just so, Tom. Do you dine with me?"
"No, father. I promised to meet Bramble at the 'Jolly Sailors.' We are
going up to Mr. Wilson's."
"Ay, about the farm he wants to buy. Well, the clock is striking, so
good-by till this evening."
I must explain to the reader that Mr. Wilson, having heard of Bramble's
intention to purchase the farm, very kindly interfered. He had a son who
was a solicitor at Dover, and he recommended Bramble not to appear
personally, but let his son manage the affair for him, which he promised
should be done without expense. The next morning Bramble and I took our
leave and quitted Greenwich, taking the coach to Dover; for Bramble,
having a good deal of money in his pocket, thought it better to do so
than to wait till he could take a ship down the river. On our arrival at
Dover we called upon Mr. Wilson's son, who had already made inquiries,
and eventually obtained the farm for Bramble for two hundred pounds less
than he expected to give for it, and, very handsomely, only charged him
for the stamps of the conveyance. When we arrived at Deal we found Mrs.
Maddox quite recovered, and sitting with little Bessy in the parlor
below.
After Mrs. Maddox and Bessy went upstairs to bed, Bramble said to me, as
he knocked the ashes out of his pipe, "Tom, I've got this farm for Bessy
for two hundred pounds less than I expected to give for it. Now, I've
been thinking about this two hundred pounds, which I consider in a
manner as her property, and what d'ye think I mean to do with it? I'll
tell you. I'll give her education as well as money. This sum will keep
her at a good school for a matter of four years, and I've made up my
mind that she shall go. I don't like to part with her, that's certain;
but it's for her good, so all's right. Don't you think so?"
"I do, indeed, father," replied I. "I shall miss her as much as you do;
but, as you say, it's all right, and I'm very glad that you have so
decided."
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
In which there is a Hop, Skip, and a Jump.
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