"Yes," replied he, with lofty condescension; "like to see his works?"
"You should be careful, you know," she said, "watches so easily get out
of order."
"Oh, I won't hurt it," said he, proceeding to take off my coat and
waistcoat. "There! there are his works. Don't breathe hard, or you'll
damp them."
So the old lady held her breath and peeped in, much to my young master's
gratification.
"And so you're going to school, my man?" said she presently.
"Yes; who told you! Did my father tell you?"
"No, I guessed."
"Did you though? Can you guess what the name of the school is?"
"No, I can't do that."
"Have a try."
"Well, then, I guess Randlebury, because my boy is there, and it's the
only one I can think of."