"How do you manage, Biddy," said I, "to learn everything that I learn, and always to keep up with me?" I was beginning to be rather vain of my knowledge, for I spent my birthday guineas on it, and set aside the greater part of my pocket-money for similar investment; though I have no doubt, now, that the little I knew was extremely dear at the price.

     "I might as well ask you," said Biddy, "how you manage?"

     "No; because when I come in from the forge of a night, any one can see me turning to at it. But you never turn to at it, Biddy."

     "I suppose I must catch it like a cough," said Biddy, quietly; and went on with her sewing.

     Pursuing my idea as I leaned back in my wooden chair, and looked at Biddy sewing away with her head on one side, I began to think her rather an extraordinary girl. For I called to mind now, that she was equally accomplished in the terms of our trade, and the names of our different sorts of work, and our various tools. In short, whatever I knew, Biddy knew. Theoretically, she was already as good a blacksmith as I, or better.

     "You are one of those, Biddy," said I, "who make the most of every chance. You never had a chance before you came here, and see how improved you are!"