. St. Nicholas [serial]. of anold, broken - downpier close by. Thewater was quite deepthere; but the beamwas strong, and Rob,who was stout andbrave, did nt mindit at all, and said so. Dont move now,my little man ! Callbig brudder whenyou get tired, saidJohn exultingly, ashe went back to hisreading. Any one wouldhave supposed thatnow poor Rob wasout of everybodysway, for once. Butno! In a few mo-ments the big brud-der looked up fromhis book, and, witha whistle, sprang tohis feet, crying: Hi! If Rob is ntin one of his fixesagain ! There sat Rob,helpless, on thebeam ; his poor littlefeet dangling
. St. Nicholas [serial]. of anold, broken - downpier close by. Thewater was quite deepthere; but the beamwas strong, and Rob,who was stout andbrave, did nt mindit at all, and said so. Dont move now,my little man ! Callbig brudder whenyou get tired, saidJohn exultingly, ashe went back to hisreading. Any one wouldhave supposed thatnow poor Rob wasout of everybodysway, for once. Butno! In a few mo-ments the big brud-der looked up fromhis book, and, witha whistle, sprang tohis feet, crying: Hi! If Rob is ntin one of his fixesagain ! There sat Rob,helpless, on thebeam ; his poor littlefeet dangling overthe rough waters,anda great sea-gull fly-ing into his face, asif to drive him away. Rob was so used to notbeing wanted, that he took it quite as a matter ofcourse, until the gull came too very, very close;and then he screamed so loud that John, who wasabout to rescue him, asked if he wanted to make afellow deaf ? This John was a queer fellow, too. He was tenyears old, and a book-worm. He read, morning,Vol. VII.—*.. SOMETHING GOES WRONG WITH NELL, noon and night. It was almost impossible for anyone but Rob to make him hear, when once he be-came absorbed in a book. The door-bell mightring, his mother might call, the fire might go out,the daylight might fade slowly away ; and still Johnwould not look up. There is a story that once he sat down in theswing and beganLittle Men, andwhen at last hereached the last wordof the book andlooked up, he founda fine spider-webstretching from hisknee to the can imagine howoften he got intotrouble. The historyof his school-dayswould make almost atragedy. Everythingwentwrongwithhim,he said, from morn-ing till night; all be-cause he had no eyesnor ears for anythingbesides the book hehappened to be read-ing on the sly. If hewas set to watch thebaby, the poor littlething would find thescissors, or put feath-ers into its mouth, orclimb into the coal-scuttle, in less thanno time. If sent onan errand, he wouldpull out his book, sitdow
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