"Æolus, haec contra; Tuos, O regina, quid optes
Explorare labor; mihi jussa capessere fas est.'"
"Stop there," said the master. "You may begin, Richard Thomas."
"We haven't got any farther," blurted out Dick.
"Ah! I thought I assigned to the eightieth line."
"We only take thirty-five lines," persisted Dick.
"Master Thomas, will you recite?" sternly asked the master.
Dick made no movement, but sat in dogged and sullen silence.
"Very well," said Mr. Sherwood, "you may write out the next thirty lines and commit them to memory."
"I'll pay you back," growled Dick to Ande, as he gave him a fierce nudge.
"Tenny, you may scan and translate."