“Are you eating?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then I will report you to Mr. Clotters on Monday morning. I will not have this sort of thing going on in my class. Your manners are those of the lower animals. Come up here and put what you are eating into the waste-paper basket!”
§ 5
Punctually at five Mr. Weston locked his desk and prepared to observe the solemn ritual of dismissal. It was in three movements.
“Attention!” called Mr. Weston, and the class looked at him eagerly.
“Stand!” called Mr. Weston, and the class stood. But there must have been some flaw in the standing, for Mr. Weston immediately said, “Sit down again!” They sat down again.
“Now stand!” cried Mr. Weston, after a suitable pause, and this time the manœuvre met with his approval.
“Three!” continued Mr. Weston, and at this mysterious direction the class took a side-step into its respective gangways.
“First row—forward!”