"In the Mediterranean," cried a tall boy.—"And they are very fertile," added another.
The dean paused a hopeless pause. "Can you spell 'Dutch?'"
"D-u-c-h." "D-u-t-s-h." "D-u-s-h-t," escaped from various tongues, drowning other novel phases of the word.
"Spell 'Cane,'" frowned the dean, though he was laughing inwardly.
"K-a-n-e," was the eager reply.
"Perhaps you can spell 'birch,'" roared Dr. Ferraday, an irascible prebendary.
They could: "B-u-r-c-h."
"What was the social condition of the Ancient Britons when their country was invaded by Julius Cæsar?" the dean asked, rubbing his face.
"They always went about naked, and never shaved, and their clothes were made of the skins of beasts."