“Mr. Worthington,” said David, “I had my theme all written and copied yesterday. To-day I’ve looked everywhere for it, and it’s simply disappeared. I don’t understand it—whether it got thrown away by mistake or what happened to it.”
“You say that you had it all written and ready to hand in?” said Professor Worthington.
“Yes, sir.”
“Perhaps it will turn up in a day or two. Anyway, I’ll give you an extension of a week. I don’t feel that I can excuse you from handing in the theme, but you may have a week in which to make it up.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Lester, having overheard the conversation, went to his seat with a new anxiety to worry him. It troubled him all through the hour.
After the class he joined David. “It’s a shame,” he said, “that Worthington wouldn’t excuse that theme when you told him how it was. What are you going to do about it?”
“Oh, I’ll make it up. He’s given me a week to do it in.”
“I don’t suppose you can rewrite the theme, can you?”