an idiot:  he is not to be calculated upon.  Jacob’s right hand was given to vague clutching and throwing; it suddenly clutched the guineas as if they had been so many pebbles, and was raised in an attitude which promised to scatter them like seed over a distant bramble, when, from some prompting or other—­probably of an unwonted sensation—­it paused, descended to Jacob’s knee, and opened slowly under the inspection of Jacob’s dull eyes.  David began to pray again, but immediately desisted—­another resource having occurred to him.

“Mother! zinnies!” exclaimed the innocent Jacob.  Then, looking at David, he said, interrogatively, “Box?”

“Hush! hush!” said David, summoning all his ingenuity in this severe strait.  “See, Jacob!” He took the tin box from his brother’s hand, and emptied it of the lozenges, returning half of them to Jacob, but secretly keeping the rest in his own hand.  Then he held out the empty box, and said, “Here’s the box, Jacob!  The box for the guineas!” gently sweeping them from Jacob’s palm into the box.

This procedure was not objectionable to Jacob; on the contrary, the guineas clinked so pleasantly as they fell, that he wished for a repetition of the sound, and seizing the box, began to rattle it very gleefully.  David, seizing the opportunity, deposited his reserve of lozenges in the ground and hastily swept some earth over them.  “Look, Jacob!” he said, at last.  Jacob paused from his clinking, and looked into the hole, while David began to scratch away the earth, as if in doubtful expectation.  When the lozenges were laid bare, he took them out one by one, and gave them to Jacob.  “Hush!” he said, in a loud whisper, “Tell nobody—­all for Jacob—­hush—­sh—­sh!  Put guineas in the hole—­they’ll come out like this!” To make the lesson more complete, he took a guinea, and lowering it into the hole, said, “Put in so.”  Then, as he took the last lozenge out, he said, “Come out so,” and put the lozenge into Jacob’s hospitable mouth.

Jacob turned his head on one side, looked first at his brother and then at the hole, like a reflective monkey, and, finally, laid the box of guineas in the hole with much decision.  David made haste to add every one of the stray coins, put on the lid, and covered it well with earth, saying in his meet coaxing tone—­

“Take ’m out to-morrow, Jacob; all for Jacob!  Hush—­sh—­sh!”

Jacob, to whom this once indifferent brother had all at once become a sort of sweet-tasted fetish, stroked David’s best coat with his adhesive fingers, and then hugged him with an accompaniment of that mingled chuckling and gurgling by which he was accustomed to express the milder passions.  But if he had chosen to bite a small morsel out of his beneficent brother’s cheek, David would have been obliged to bear it.

And here I must pause, to point out to you the short-sightedness of human contrivance.  This ingenious young man, Mr. David Faux, thought he had achieved a triumph of cunning when he had associated himself in his brother’s rudimentary mind with the flavour of yellow lozenges.  But he had yet to learn that it is a dreadful thing to make an idiot fond of you, when you yourself are not of an affectionate disposition:  especially an idiot with a pitchfork—­obviously a difficult friend to shake off by rough usage.