LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY. 169
opened two bottles of ginger ale, and pouring out two glasses, proposed a toast.
" Here 's to him ! " he said, lifting his glass, "an' may he teach 'em a lesson — earls an' markises an' dooks an' all! "
After that night, the two saw each other often, and Mr. Hobbs was much more comfortable and less desolate. They read the Penny Story Gazette, and many other interesting things, and gained a knowledge of the habits of the nobility and gentry which would have surprised those despised classes if they had realized it. One day Mr. Hobbs made a pilgrimage to a book store down town, for the express purpose of adding to their library. He went to the clerk and leaned over the counter to speak to him.
1 I want," he said, " a book about earls."
' What! " exclaimed the clerk.
" A book," repeated the grocery-man, " about earls."
" I 'm afraid," said the clerk, looking rather queer, " that we have n't what you want."
" Have n't ? " said Mr. Hobbs, anxiously. " Well, say markises then — or dooks."
" I know of no such book," answered the clerk. Mr. Hobbs was much disturbed. He looked down on the floor,— then he looked up.
" None about female earls ? " he inquired.
" I 'm afraid not," said the clerk with a smile.
" Well," exclaimed Mr. Hobbs, " I '11 be jiggered ! " He was just going out of the store, when the clerk called him back and asked him if a story in which the nobility were chief characters would do. Mr. Hobbs said it would — if he could not get an entire volume devoted to earls. So the clerk sold him a book called "The Tower of London," written by Mr. Harrison Ainsworth, and he carried it home.