. . . Still, a tweaked ear is soon mended. And it's
true that when they learn to add and subtract, they will do each other
more harm."
The schoolmaster lived in a cottage on the hill overlooking the
village. He lived alone, except for Mrs. Grumble, who kept house for
him, and managed his affairs. Although they were simple, and easy to
manage, they afforded her endless opportunities for complaint. She was
never so happy as when nothing suited her. Then she carried her broom
into Mr. Jeminy's study, and looked around her with a gloomy air. "No,
really, it's impossible to go on this way," she would say, and sweep
Mr. Jeminy, his books and his papers, out of doors.
There, in the company of Boethius, he often considered the world, and
watched, from above, the gradual life of the village. He heard the
occasional tonk of cows on the hillside, the creak of a cart on the
road, the faint sound of voices, blown by the wind. From his threshold
he saw the afternoon fade into evening, and night look down across the
hills, among the stars.
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