 absently first one object and then another on a piece
of paper he had before him. He had seated himself again, and as he drew, was
thinking what he could say to Tom, and trying to overcome his own repugnance to
making the first advances.
    Tom began to look oftener and longer at Philip's face, for he could see it
without noticing the hump, and it was really not a disagreeable face - very
old-looking, Tom thought. He wondered how much older Philip was than himself. An
anatomist - even a mere physiognomist - would have seen that the deformity of
Philip's spine was not a congenital hump, but the result of an accident in
infancy; but you do not expect from Tom any acquaintance with such distinctions:
to him, Philip was simply a humpback. He had a vague notion that the deformity
of Wakem's son had some relation to the lawyer's rascality, of which he had so
often heard his father talk with hot emphasis; and he felt, too, a half-admitted
fear of him as probably a spiteful fellow, who, not being able to fight you, had
cunning ways of doing you a mischief by the sly. There was a hump-backed tailor
in the neighbourhood of Mr. Jacobs' academy, who was considered a very unamiable
character, and was much hooted after by public-spirited boys solely on the
ground of his unsatisfactory moral qualities; so that Tom was not without a
basis of fact to go upon. Still no face could be more unlike that ugly tailor's
than this melancholy boy's face; the brown hair round it waved and curled at the
ends like a girl's: Tom thought that truly pitiable. This Wakem was a pale, puny
fellow, and it was quite clear he would not be able to play at anything worth
speaking of: but he handled his pencil in an enviable manner, and was apparently
making one thing after another without any trouble. What was he drawing? Tom was
quite warm now, and wanted something new to be going forward. It was certainly
more agreeable to have an ill-natured humpback as a companion than to stand
looking out of the study window at the rain, and kicking his foot against the
washboard in solitude; something would happen every day - »a quarrel or
something;« and Tom thought he should rather like to show Philip that he had
better not try his spiteful tricks on him. He suddenly walked across the hearth,
and looked over Philip's paper.
    »Why, that's a donkey
