“Reading, writing, arithmetic, grammar, geography.”
“Very well. You may come up in your usual classes.”
Walter advanced to the next desk, which chanced to be that of John Wall.
“Your name is John Wall, I believe?” said Walter, writing it down.
“Yes.”
“Your age?”
“Fifteen--’most sixteen.”
“What do you study?”
“I study Cæsar,” said John, in an important tone.
“Yes, I remember. How far did you go with Mr. Barclay?”