"Hope I don't fall asleep over my desk."
"Same here."
The morning dragged. They were very sleepy. Once or twice, Joe yawned openly and Miss Petty, who taught history, accused him of lack of interest in the proceedings.
"You may keep yourself awake by telling us what you know of the Roman system of government under Julius Cæsar," she said.
Joe got to his feet. He floundered through a more or less acceptable account of Roman government. It was dreary stuff, and Frank, listening to the droning voice, became drowsier and drowsier. His head nodded, and finally he went to sleep altogether and had a vivid dream in which he chased Julius Cæsar, attired in a toga and with a laurel wreath on his head, along the Shore Road in a steam-roller.
Miss Petty left the Romans and began comparing ancient and modern systems of government, which led her into a discourse on the life of Abraham Lincoln. She was just reaching Lincoln's death when there was a loud snore.
Miss Petty looked up.
"Who made that noise?"
Another snore.
Joe dug his brother in the ribs with a ruler and Frank looked up, with an expression of surprise on his face.