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The Crown of Success

Chapter 10 DICK'S MISHAP.

Word Count: 1280    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

he premises. They were said to be near connections as well as partners in business. Mr. Arithmetic had the name of a hard man, who looked sharply after every farthing, though not quite s

t due, and as long as they kept in their own

new and curious machines. He did not show himself to customers so often as Mr. Arithmetic, who was the soul of

the right side of the town of Education, just beyond Mr. Reading's large sh

time; if so, I need not tell them that it consists of twelve flights of steps, with twelve steps in every flight; that the first and second are so easy that a baby might almost toddle up them; that

ok down on the town which lay at his feet, and see the gilded names of the different Ologies shining on the fronts of their dwellings. There was Chemistry's beautiful shop too in view, with lovely-

ms, which were the things that he came for, his eye was attracted by so many articles more curious and more interesting. There were big rules of-three kettles, simple, inverse, and compound; reduction grinding-machines, and tables of weights of every species and size. There were innumerable instruments of various kinds that were known by the name of f

thes, with a face which looked dry and hard as one of his own kettles, above wh

Dick, standing with his hand on his hip, and speaking in an

ivision, and Subtraction;" and the learned ironmonger pointed

e things," observed the boy, "that

our at once; but they are rather awkward to hold, and, if I understo

self came to shop in our town, he was obliged to be his own porter. Governesse

anage two grates at

th one at a time," said Arithmetic,

trying to speak with an air of command; "I'll walk in fur

tic to Dick; "little boys may get into trouble if t

Dick, walking with head erect, and nose in the air, and a sort of

de was close at his side. At last Dick stopped before a turning-lathe, which had been made by a man called Euclid, and watched with int

only to hold up the wood to that curious whirling machine, and it cut

ort time, to go and look for a piece of hard wood. Pride glanced meaningly at Dick,

eager Dick to his prompter; the next sound that he uttered wa

o the spot. "Is the hand off?

ld up his bl

ow your own powers a little better before you meddle with matters like this.

mself then with anything but a simple sum of Addition. It would have been well indeed for the boy if the e

to co

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