At eight they retired to bed.
"Well, Master Roger," said Jacob, when they were done, "and what is thy father ?" "He farms a piece of land of his own," Harry said.

"Sometimes I live with him; but more often with my uncle, who is a trader in Bristol--a man of some wealth, and much respected by the citizens." "Ah! it is there that thou hast learnt thy tricks of eating," Jacob said.

"I wondered to see thee handle thy knife and fork so daintily, and in a manner which assuredly smacked of the city rather than of the farm." "My uncle," Harry said, "is a particular man as to his habits, and as many leading citizens of the town often take their meals at his house, he was ever worrying me to behave, as he said, more like a Christian than a hog.

What a town is this London! What heaps of people, and what wonderful sights!" "Yes," the apprentice said carelessly.

"But you have as yet seen nothing.