Черный тюльпан
Master and Pupil
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“Iamnowonlywaitingforyourfurtherorderstoputinthebulb,youknowthatImustbebehindhandwithyou,asIhaveinmyfavourallthechancesofgoodair,ofthesun,andabundanceofmoisture.”
“Alltrue,alltrue,”exclaimedCornelius,clappinghishandswithjoy,“youareagoodpupil,Rosa,andyouaresuretogainyourhundredthousandguilders.”
“Don’tforget,”saidRosa,smiling,“thatyourpupil,asyoucallme,hasstillotherthingstolearnbesidesthecultivationoftulips.”
“Yes,yes,andIamasanxiousasyouare,Rosa,thatyoushouldlearntoread.”
“Whenshallwebegin?”
“Atonce.”
“No,to-morrow.”
“Whyto-morrow?”
“Becauseto-dayourhourisexpired,andImustleaveyou.”
“Already?Butwhatshallweread?”
“Oh,”saidRosa,“Ihaveabook,—abookwhichIhopewillbringusluck.”
“To-morrow,then.”
“Yes,to-morrow.”
OnthefollowingeveningRosareturnedwiththeBibleofCorneliusdeWitt.
