“Yes,” said Phil Kennedy, “and our Arithmetics too. I’d like to burn all the Arithmetics in the world.”
“No, no,” said Arthur, “don’t let us have a bonfire. Let us have a burial, with a solemn procession, and a real burial service.”
“Well, what’ll we bury?”
“The Latin Grammar.”
“No, Cæsar.”
“No, the Arithmetic.”
“Let’s bury them all; that is the best plan,” said Phil.
“Yes,” cried all; and a confused medley of proposals arose, in which all were talking together. In the midst of the uproar the door opened, and the Venerable Warden made his appearance. Throwing off his white robe, he disclosed the fair, round face of a fresh, handsome boy, with merry, mischievous eyes, and curling golden hair. That busy brain of his had been prolific in all sorts of plans dear to boys, while his generous nature and frank, pleasant manner made Bart Darner the favorite of Grand Pré School.
“O, Bart,” said Tom Crawford, “what about that powder?”
Bart left the room for a moment, and returned with a package under his arm.