succeeded. This success raised him in the opinion even of his enemies.
His friend, Wright, heartily rejoiced at it; but Goodenough sneered, and
said to Wright, "What Marvel has gained this year he'll lose by some
scheme the next. I dare to say, now, he has some new scheme or another
brewing in his brains at this very moment. Ay--look, here he comes, with
two bits of rags in his hand.--Now for it!"

Marvel came up to them with great eagerness in his looks; and showing
two freshly-dyed patterns of cloth, said, "Which of these two blues is
the brightest?"

"That in your left hand," said Wright; "it is a beautiful blue."

"Marvel rubbed his hands with an air of triumph; but restraining his
joy, he addressed himself to Wright in a composed voice.

"My dear Wright, I have many obligations to you; and, if I have any good
fortune, you shall be the first to share it with me. As for you, cousin
Goodenough, I don't bear malice against you for laughing at me and my
herons' feathers, and my silver sprigs, and my sheep's jackets, and my
thistles: shake hands, man; you shall have a share in our scheme, if you
please."

"I don't please to have no share at all in none of your schemes, cousin
Marvel: I thank you kindly," said Goodenough.

"Had not you better hear what it is, before you decide against it?" said
Wright.

Marvel explained himself further: "Some time ago," said he, "I was with