Bonaparte picked it up and began to inspect it, as the boy climbed slowly over the wall.

He would have walked off sullenly, but he wanted his book, and he waited until it should be given him.
"Ha!" said Bonaparte, raising his eyes from the leaves of the book which he was examining, "I hope your coat has not been injured; it is of an elegant cut.

An heirloom, I presume, from your paternal grandfather?
It looks nice now." "Oh, Lord! oh! Lord!" cried Tant Sannie, laughing and holding her sides; "how the child looks--as though he thought the mud would never wash off.
Oh, Lord, I shall die! You, Bonaparte, are the funniest man I ever saw." Bonaparte Blenkins was now carefully inspecting the volume he had picked up.

Among the subjects on which the darkness of his understanding had been enlightened during his youth, Political Economy had not been one.
He was not, therefore, very clear as to what the nature of the book might be; and as the name of the writer, J.S.Mill, might, for anything he knew to the contrary, have belonged to a venerable member of the British and Foreign Bible Society, it by no means threw light upon the question.

He was not in any way sure that Political Economy had nothing to do with the cheapest way of procuring clothing for the army and navy, which would be certainly both a political and economical subject.
But Bonaparte soon came to a conclusion as to the nature of the book and its contents, by the application of a simple rule now largely acted upon, but which, becoming universal, would save much thought and valuable time.