England -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Runaway children -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
The compartments were not like those above, all small squares, and the
same size, but some were very large, and some very small; some were
long, and some were square; but I found that they were made upon a
regular plan. For instance, there was one very large compartment nearly
in the middle at the top of the lower tray, that was evidently six times
as big as the small compartments; while below and beside it were many
more that were four times as big as the small ones; others being only
twice as big.
I naturally examined the large compartment first, and found it full of
little thin slips of metal nearly an inch long, at the end of each of
which, and beautifully formed, was the letter _e_. There was no doubt
about it, and it was evident that there were more _e's_ than anything
else. Then under it I found the compartment full of _h's_, and away to
the left, _n's_ and _m's_; _t's_, _d's_, _u's_, _o's_, _a's_, and _r's_
were in other large compartments, and it gradually dawned upon my mind
that these letters were placed where they would be handiest for use, and
that there was the largest number of those that would be most frequently
required.
My surmise was quite right, and with this idea as the key, I soon found
out that little-used _x_ and _z_ were in very small numbers, in the most
out-of-the-way parts of the tray, just as were the double letters _ae_
and _oe_, etc. One compartment close under my hand, and very full,
puzzled me the most, for the pieces of metal therein were short, and had
no letters on the end; and at last, after trying in vain to understand
their meaning, I determined to ask the dark man next time he passed, and
went on trying to master my task with the strange clicking noise made by
the men going on all round.
I hardly dared glance about, but in the casual glimpses I stole, I began
to understand now that the men about me were picking up, letter by
letter, the types, to form words, and arranging them in little curiously
shaped tools they held in their hands.
I had been busily learning my letters for about half an hour, when the
big, fat-headed boy came up to me.
"Now then!" he said, in a bullying tone that was a very good imitation
of the overseer's, "done that page?"
"No!" I said.
"You ain't?"
"No; I did not know how."
"Oh, you'll catch it, just, when Mr Grimstone knows. You ain't coming
here to do just as you like; and I tell you what it is--"
"Well, what is it, boy?" said a quiet, stern voice, and my heart, gave a
joyful thump as I saw the dark man come up.
"Please, he ain't dis'd this here pie."
"No; he did not know how. I set him to learn the case."
"But Mr Grimstone said he was to--"
"Jem Smith, do you know you are a fool?" said the dark man quietly.
"I dessay I am, Mr Hallett, but Mr Grimstone said as this boy was
to--"
"And if you don't go about your business I shall box your ears."
"No, you--"
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