I remember a dear little boy, between ten and eleven, who was a candidate for one of our vacant scholarships.
On reaching the seat that was assigned to him, he was provided with the Latin paper by the school secretary, and presented with half a ream of beautiful writing paper for his answers.
We thought he did not appear very busy, and presently, as I came up to him, I spoke a few kind words and gave him a little pat on the back.
"Well, how are you getting on?" I said.
"Please, sir, I can't do this paper. I don't know what it is about," he said, looking at me as if for help.
"Don't you know any Latin?" I inquired.
"Yes, sir; I know my first two declensions."
"Is that all the Latin you know?"
"Yes, sir."
"I suppose you won't take up Greek, will you?"