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Chapter 56

           Fredwrotethelinesdemandedinahandasgentlemanlyasthatofanyviscountorbishopoftheday:thevowelswereallalikeandtheconsonantsonlydistinguishableasturningupordown,thestrokeshadablottedsolidityandthelettersdisdainedtokeepthelineinshort,itwasamanuscriptofthatvenerablekindeasytointerpretwhenyouknowbeforehandwhatthewritermeans.

           AsCaleblookedon,hisvisageshowedagrowingdepression,butwhenFredhandedhimthepaperhegavesomethinglikeasnarl,andrappedthepaperpassionatelywiththebackofhishand.BadworklikethisdispelledallCaleb’smildness.

           "Thedeuce!"heexclaimed,snarlingly."Tothinkthatthisisacountrywhereaman’seducationmaycosthundredsandhundreds,anditturnsyououtthis!"Theninamorepathetictone,pushinguphisspectaclesandlookingattheunfortunatescribe,"TheLordhavemercyonus,Fred,Ican’tputupwiththis!"

           "WhatcanIdo,Mr.Garth?"saidFred,whosespiritshadsunkverylow,notonlyattheestimateofhishandwriting,butatthevisionofhimselfasliabletoberankedwithofficeclerks.

           "Do?Why,youmustlearntoformyourlettersandkeeptheline.What’stheuseofwritingatallifnobodycanunderstandit?"askedCaleb,energetically,quitepreoccupiedwiththebadqualityofthework."Istheresolittlebusinessintheworldthatyoumustbesendingpuzzlesoverthecountry?Butthat’sthewaypeoplearebroughtup.

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