"Tobit," whispered the timid Fanny White, and curtsied.
"Quite right, Tobit—go on. It is most important for your soul's health that you should know what books are not canonical, and in their sequence. What comes after Tobit?"
"Judith," faltered Fanny.
"Then a portion of Esther, not found in Hebrew. What next?"
"Wisdom," shouted the next girl, Polly Woodley.
"True, but do not be so forward, Polly; I am asking Fanny White."
"Ecclesiasticks," in a timid, doubtful sigh from Fanny, who raised her eyes to the boards above, detected an eye inspecting her through a knot-hole, laughed, and then turned crimson.
"Not sticks," said Lady Lamerton, sweetly, "you must say—cus."
A dead silence and great doubt fell on the class.
"Yes, go on—cus."
Then faintly from Fanny, "Please, my lady, mother says I b'aint to swear."
"I don't mind," exclaimed the irrepressible Polly Woodley, starting up, and thrusting her hand forward into Lady Lamerton's face. "Darn it."
Her ladyship fell back in her chair; the eye was withdrawn from the hole in the floor, and a laugh exploded upstairs.
"I—I didn't mean that," explained the lady, "I meant, not Ecclesiastics, nor Ecclesiastes, which is canonical, but Ecclesiasti—cus, which is not."
Just then a loud, rolling, grinding sound made itself heard through the school-room, drowning the voices of the teachers and covering the asides of the taught.
"Dear me," said Lady Lamerton, "there is the keeper's wife rocking the cradle again. One of you run upstairs
