insulting. We'd better be hurrying along now, to get back in time for sacred studies."
Harry Harding "flunked" his recitation in the Bible lesson that Sunday afternoon. He could not remember for what Gibeon was distinguished. He stood for a few moments in silence and with a reddening face, and then began, "He was a great general."
"That will do," said the rector, and the class tittered. The rector made a mark on his form list with deliberation. He had a way of imparting to such a note of delinquency a dismal solemnity. Harry, the prize scholar of the class, sat down.
Rupert answered the question, and Harry was enraged to find that Gibeon was a city, and that the sun had stood still over it a whole day. It seemed to him that he had always known that. He had of course just confused it with Gideon.
It was hardly fair that he should get zero for the lesson, and be humiliated besides, for so small a slip. And then the fact that Rupert had answered so correctly and completely irri-
