When Jed told of how the women of Ceylon worked, carrying great loads on their backs, the artist said, under his breath:
“I say, remawkable!”
This puzzled Bob, for the artist kept staring hard at Jed, and rubbing his head, as if something had happened that he could not understand.
When recess came the artist went up to Miss Williams. Bob noticed that he spoke to her quite seriously. Most of the scholars had gone out onto the playground, and Bob was about to join them, when the teacher said:
“Will you come here for a moment, Bob?”
“Yes, Miss Williams,” he replied, going up to her desk.
“Have you seen Ned Thomas to-day?” asked Miss Williams.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Do you know what kept him from school?”
“I think I half know, Miss Williams, but I don’t care to say anything about it.”