Again there was a titter and somebody whispered quite audibly, "John McNeil." But McNeil was not laughing. He had seen Abe Lincoln give a sign to Ann that had made her a better speller than himself.
Gradually the lines thinned until only eight remained. Then the master gave the word "Seraphim."
"S-e-r-y——"
"Next!"
"S-e-r-r-y——"
"Next!"
"S-a-r-a-h——"
"Next!"
"C-e-r-i——"