life, and on the strength of that knowledge would have been ready any day to pronounce that whatever domestic differences might arise in her married life must be entirely Mr. Stellingâs fault.
If Tom had had a worse disposition, he would certainly have hated the little cherub Laura, but he was too kind-hearted a lad for that; there was too much in him of the fibre that turns to true manliness, and to protecting pity for the weak. I am afraid he Menn Champions Fotballdrakter hated Mrs. Stelling, and contracted a lasting dislike to pale blond ringlets and broad plaits, as directly associated with haughtiness of manner, and a frequent reference to other peopleâs âduty.â But he couldnât help playing with little Laura, and liking Menn Alessandro Florenzi Fotballdrakter to amuse her; he even sacrificed his percussion-caps for her sake, in despair of their ever serving a greater purpose â thinking the small flash and bang would delight her, and thereby drawing down on himself a rebuke from Mrs. Stelling for teaching her child to play with fire. Laura was a sort of playfellow â and oh, how Tom longed for playfellows! In his secret heart he yearned Menn Bacary Sagna Fotballdrakter to have Maggie with him, and was almost ready to dote on her exasperating acts of forgetfulness; though, when he was at home, he always represented it as a great Menn Bastian Schweinsteiger Fotballdrakter favor on his part to let Maggie trot by his side on his pleasure excursions.
And before this dreary half-year was ended, Maggie actually came. Mrs. Stelling had given a general invitation for the little girl to come and stay with her brother; so when Mr. Tulliver drove over to Kingâs Lorton late in October, Maggie came too, with the sense that she was taking a great journey, and beginning to see the world. It was Mr. Tulliverâs first visit to see Tom, for the lad must learn not to think too much about home.
âWell, my lad,â he said to Tom, when Mr. Stelling had left the room to announce the arrival to his wife, and Maggie had begun to kiss Tom freely, âyou look rarely! School agrees with you.â
Tom wished he had looked rather ill.
âI donât think I am well, father,â said Tom; Menn Angel Correa Fotballdrakter âI wish youâd ask Mr. Stelling not to let me do Euclid; it brings on the toothache, I think.â
(The toothache was the only malady to which Tom had ever been subject.)
âEuclid, my lad â why, whatâs that?â said Mr. Tulliver.
âOh, I donât know; itâs definitions, and axioms, and triangles, and things. Itâs a book Iâve got to learn in â thereâs no Menn Marko Pjaca Fotballdrakter sense in it.â
âGo, go!â said Mr. Tulliver, reprovingly; âyou mustnât say so. You must learn what your master tells you. He knows what itâs right for you to learn.â
âIâll help you now, Tom,â said Maggie, with a little air of patronizing consolation. âIâm come to stay ever so long, if Menn Neymar Fotballdrakter Mrs. Stelling asks me. Iâve brought my box and my pinafores, havenât I, father?â
âYou help me, you silly little thing!â said Tom, in such high spirits at this announcement that he quite enjoyed the idea of confounding Maggie by showing her a page of Euclid. âI should like to see y |
