"He is," was the reply. "Many of our instructors are. You will understand without argument the advantages they have over others."
"Certainly, certainly."
"I see he is through with the recitation. Let us speak to him."
As they came up, the children recognized them with a smile and a salute, and the instructor said:
"Welcome, brothers, welcome, Brother Paulus."
"You are dismissed. Go to your next lesson," he said to the children, and they quietly walked away.
"Now," said he, "I have some leisure. Will you all come with me into the reading room? I have something to show you, Paulus, and it may interest our visitors."
"Need we no introduction?" asked the king, as they followed into a large building.
"Not at all. He knows who you are."
The reading room was a compartment beautifully adorned and furnished. It was filled with tables, chairs, bookracks, etc. Hundreds of children were there reading. Perfect order reigned, though no overseers or watchers were seen. The three followed the instructor into a smaller room, seemingly arranged for private use. Chairs were placed, and then he opened a newspaper which he spread on the table.