"Perhaps, Miss, it would be more intilligint fur me ter say, 'Oi am an Oirishman.'"
"Very well," she said, smiling, "I will write the sentence that way."
"You see, Miss," he continued, with droll seriousness, "it is ividint Oi am a man. Let me read the sintinces agin!" And he read them correctly.
Here the classes changed, each teacher helping a group of men with a simple reading lesson. Then followed the lesson in penmanship, taught by Esther Bright, and the work of the evening was over.
As the three teachers left the schoolhouse door, Mr. Clayton laid his hand on Kenneth's shoulder, and said:
"Come over to see Mrs. Clayton a little while. It's still early."
Kenneth hesitated.
"Yes, do," urged Esther. "We have some plans to work out for the club, you know, and we need your help."
Again there was an appeal in her voice. What a brute he had been! What a fool! So he strolled along with the two. As they stepped on the veranda, they heard a deep voice.
"Lord Kelwin!" exclaimed John Clayton.