'
Brother Charles nodded again, and exchanged a laughing look with brother
Ned; but, just then, Nicholas stopped to refer to some other page,
and Tim Linkinwater, unable to contain his satisfaction any longer,
descended from his stool, and caught him rapturously by the hand.
'He has done it!' said Tim, looking round at his employers and shaking
his head triumphantly. 'His capital B's and D's are exactly like mine;
he dots all his small i's and crosses every t as he writes it. There
an't such a young man as this in all London,' said Tim, clapping
Nicholas on the back; 'not one. Don't tell me! The city can't produce
his equal. I challenge the city to do it!'
With this casting down of his gauntlet, Tim Linkinwater struck the desk
such a blow with his clenched fist, that the old blackbird tumbled off
his perch with the start it gave him, and actually uttered a feeble
croak, in the extremity of his astonishment.
'Well said, Tim--well said, Tim Linkinwater!' cried brother Charles,
scarcely less pleased than Tim himself, and clapping his hands gently
as he spoke. 'I knew our young friend would take great pains, and I was
quite certain he would succeed, in no time.
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