Chapter 27 No.27

The kind-hearted bookbinder harassed his son with no reproaches.

After dinner he went and sat at his shop-door, and looked at the first star that peeped out in the evening sky.

"My boy," said he, "I am not a man of learning like you; but I have a notion-and you must not rob me of it, because it is a comfort to me-that, when I have finished bi