"And whom shall I take for my ideal?"
"Ask the principal," said Clement, solemnly, tipping the wink to Ivo.
The moment they returned home, Bart knocked at the principal's door; and, on being invited to come in, he said, trembling and stammering,--
"I beg your pardon, sir; but I wished to ask you,--I wished to choose an ideal, and I don't know whom to take."
The principal stood still a while, and then said, with uplifted finger, "God."
"I am very much obliged to you, sir," said Bart, bowing and scraping himself out. He ran to his friends and told them, joyfully, "I've got one: I've got an ideal now."
"Whom?"
"God," said Bart, holding up his finger.
"Who told you so?" asked Clement, pulling Ivo by the sleeve.
"The principal."