They were, “Is he friend or foe?
“Did you hurt your toe?”
This did not seem to Larry to clear the mystery.
“Next!” called the Master.
Dennis stood next. He read, “He was born in a house on the hill.
“Is rice a kind of corn?
“Get me a cork for the ink jar.”
Just at this point the Master went to the open door to drive away some chickens that wanted to come in, and as Dennis had not been told to stop he went right on. Dennis was eight, and he could read quite fast if he kept his finger on the place. This is what he read:—
“The morn is the first part of the day.