But Miss Fosbrook thought David like the oldest person in the house--
infinitely older than John, who could do nothing better than he
except running and bawling, and a good deal older than even Hal and
Sam. Nay, there were times when he raised his steady eyes and slowly
spoke out his thoughts, when she felt as if he were much more wise
and serious than her twenty-years old self.
"Well, Davy," she asked, as at the sound of the lesson-bell the
little old man uncrossed his sturdy legs, closed his book, and arose
with a sigh, "have you found out all about it?"
"I have found out why a pig is a profitable investment," he answered
gravely.
"And why?"
"Because he will feed upon refuse, and fatten upon cheap food," said
David, in the words of his book; "only I can't make out why. Do you
know, Miss Fosbrook?"
"I don't quite see what you want to know, Davy."
"I want to know why a pig gets fat on barley-meal, when an ox wants
mange, and oil-cake and hay. I asked Nurse, and she said little boys
mustn't ask questions; and I asked Purday, and he said it was because
pigs is pigs, and oxen is oxen.
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