"Come back to your place, sir!" cried the master sternly.
Martin returned in haste, and resumed his position in the class. As he did so he observed that his fore-finger was covered with soot. Immediately a smile of glee overspread his features, and while the master was busy with one of the boys, he drew his black finger gently down the forehead and nose of the boy next to him.
"What part of the earth was peopled by the descendants of Ham?" cried the master, pointing to the dux.
"Shem," shrieked a small boy near the foot of the class.
"Silence!" thundered the master, with a frown that caused the small boy to quake down to the points of his toes.
"Asia," answered dux.
"Next?"
"Turkey."
"Next, next, next? Hallo! John Ward," cried the master, starting up in anger from his seat, "what do you mean by that, sir?"
"What, sir?" said John Ward, tremulously, while a suppressed titter ran round the class.
"Your face, sir! Who blacked your face, eh?"
