't!"

Master George Sannel was indeed a little irritable at this stage of
his career. Like the miller, he had had one stroke of good luck,
but capricious fortune would not follow up the blow.

He had made five pounds pretty easily. But how to turn some other
property of which he had become possessed to profit for himself was,
after months of waiting, a puzzle still.

He was well aware that his own want of education was the great
hindrance to his discovering for himself the exact worth of what he
had got. And to his suspicious nature the idea of letting any one
else into his secret, even to gain help, was quite intolerable.

Abel seemed to be no nearer even to the one word that George had
showed him, after weeks of "schooling," and George himself
progressed so slowly in learning to read that he was at times
tempted to give up the effort in despair.

Of his late outburst against Abel he afterwards repented, as
impolitic, and was soon good friends again with his very placable
teacher.

Much of the time when he should have been at work did George spend
in "puzzling" over his position. Sometimes, as from an upper window
of the mill he saw the little Jan in Abel's arms, he would mutter, -

"If a body were to kidnap un, would they advertise he, I wonders?"
and after some consideration would shake his white head doubtfully,