"Father," said Tom one evening near the end of the holidays, "Uncle Glegg says Lawyer Wakem is going to send his son to Mr. Stelling. You won't like me to go to school with Wakem's son, will you, father?"  
"It's no matter for that, my boy," said Mr. Tulliver; "don't you learn anything bad of him, that's all. The lad's a poor deformed¹ creatur. It's a sign Wakem thinks high o' Mr. Stelling, as he sends his son to him, and Wakem knows meal from bran, lawyer and rascal² though he is."
 
It was a cold, wet January day on which Tom went back to school. If he had not carried in his pocket a parcel of sugar-candy, there would have been no ray of pleasure to enliven the gloom.
 
"Well, Tulliver, we're glad to see you again," said Mr. Stelling heartily³, on his arrival. "Take off your wrappings and come into the study till dinner. You'll find a bright fire there, and a new companion."
 
Tom felt in an uncomfortable flutter as he took off his woollen comforter and other wrappings. He had seen Philip Wakem at St. Ogg's, but had always turned his eyes away from him as quickly as possible, for he knew that for several reasons his father hated the Wakem family with all his heart.
 
"Here is a new companion for you to shake hands with, Tulliver," said Mr. Stelling on entering the study—"Master Philip Wakem. You already know something of each other, I imagine, for you are neighbours at home."
 
Tom looked confused, while Philip rose and glanced at him timidly. Tom did not like to go up and put out his hand, and he was not prepared to say, "How do you do?" on so short a notice.
 
Mr. Stelling wisely turned away, and closed the door behind him. He knew that boys' shyness only wears off in the absence of their elders.
 
Philip was at once too proud and too timid to walk towards Tom. He thought, or rather felt, that Tom did not like to look at him. So they remained without shaking hands or even speaking, while Tom went to the fire and warmed himself, every now and then casting glances at Philip, who seemed to be drawing absently first one object and then another on a piece of paper he had before him. What was he drawing? wondered Tom, after a spell of silence. He was quite warm now, and wanted something new to be going forward. Suddenly he walked across the hearth⁴, and looked over Philip's paper.
 
"Why, that's a donkey with panniers, and a spaniel, and partridges in the corn!" he exclaimed. "Oh, my buttons! I wish I could draw like that. I'm to learn drawing this half. I wonder if I shall learn to make dogs and donkeys!"
 
"Oh, you can do them without learning," said Philip; "I never learned drawing."
 
"Never learned?" said Tom, in amazement⁵. "Why, when I make dogs and horses, and those things, the heads and the legs won't come right, though I can see how they ought to be very well. I can make houses, and all sorts of chimneys—chimneys going all down the wall, and windows in the roof, and all that. But I dare say I could do dogs and horses if I was to try more," he added.
 
"Oh yes," said Philip, "it's very easy. You've only to look well at things, and draw them over and over again. What you do wrong once, you can alter the next time."
 
"But haven't you been taught anything?" said Tom.
 
"Yes," said Philip, smiling; "I've been taught Latin, and Greek, and mathematics, and writing, and such things."
 
"Oh, but, I say, you don't like Latin, though, do you?" said Tom.
 
"Pretty well; I don't care much about it," said Philip. "But I've done with the grammar," he added. "I don't learn that any more."
 
"Then you won't have the same lessons as I shall?" said Tom, with a sense of disappointment.
 
"No; but I dare say I can help you. I shall be very glad to help you if I can."
 
Tom did not say "Thank you," for he was quite absorbed in the thought that Wakem's son did not seem so spiteful a fellow as might have been expected.
 
"I say," he said presently, "do you love your father?"
 
"Yes," said Philip, colouring deeply; "don't you love yours?"
 
"Oh yes; I only wanted to know," said Tom, rather ashamed of himself, now he saw Philip colouring and looking uncomfortable.
 
"Shall you learn drawing now?" he said, by............