"How often did you examine her classes?"
"I never examined her classes, not formally, but her bairns spoke to me, and I judged her work from their conversation."
"I examined their work yesterday; her spelling is weak and her geography atrocious."
"Shouldn't wonder," I said carelessly. "I never bothered about those things; I judged her work by what her bairns were, not by what they knew. They're a bright lot when you ask them to think out things."
"No wonder they fired you out," he laughed; "you're impossible as a dominie, you know."
I smiled.
"How do you like Jim Jackson?" I asked suddenly.
"Cheeky devil!"
"He's clever," I said.
"You may call it cleverness, but I have another name for it. He is a fellow that requires to be sat on."