“Oh, you’re too high-toned in this school,” said Blake. “I never was in a school before where we didn’t cheat in examinations. The teachers wink at it. They know we do it.”
“Well, I don’t believe in it,” said Gordon. “I mean to be honest after I leave school, and I don’t see why I shouldn’t be honest in school, too. I couldn’t respect myself, if I did mean, underhanded things.”
“Respect your grandmother!” muttered Blake, walking off at such a pace that Gordon did not attempt to keep up with him, but turned back to wait for Hamlin, who came down the stairs a moment later.
Hamlin was looking very happy.
“Such a relief to get that exam. over,” he said, as he joined Gordon; “and I knew every problem like a book. Wasn’t it fine, though, to have Bobby put the class on honor so!”
“Yes,” said Gordon, “though two or three didn’t live up to it.”
“Oh, of course not. There are always a few sneaks in every crowd, but on the whole they did splendidly, I think. But what’s the matter with St. John?”
“Matter? What do you mean?” asked Gordon.
“Why, he’s still pegging away up there, and usually he’s one of the first to finish up,” replied Hamlin.
“Haven’t you noticed how much slower he’s been lately than he was the first of the year? I think the fellow’s worked out,” said Gordon. “Too bad, too, for it will spoil his whole year’s record, if he doesn’t get through these exams. in good shape.”