"Oh, yes," answered Janet. "I was there before. You see, I took an examination a couple of months ago, when I first came."
"Oh; that's it. What sort of a certificate did that little—examiner—give you?"
There was something in the sound of this question which conveyed to her that he regarded her standing in an examination largely as a matter of luck. Janet felt an instant approval of this philosophy of the matter.
"Third-class," she answered.
"Well, that's better than fourth-class," he remarked.
"Oh—but there is no fourth-class," exclaimed Janet.
Her eyes widened as she waited to hear what his reply to this might be.
He entirely ignored the matter.
"That examiner is a kind of a cocky little rooster, is n't he?" he commented.
"Did you ever have any trouble with him?" inquired Janet.