"I noticed that this young gentleman's brother was first cook," added Mr. Plint. "I have often had to get up designs and make drawings for hotels, prisons, insane asylums, and other buildings in which a kitchen was a very important apartment. Now, I am sure, if I had ever been a cook I should have been better fitted to manage the details of such a department."
"An eminent surgeon told me he was sorry he had not learned to be a carpenter or a machinist after he graduated from college, for a knowledge of these arts would make him a better surgeon," Mr. Bridges remarked.
"Now, Millweed," continued the principal, "the students want to know all about your plans,"—and this observation was greeted with a clapping of hands. "I propose that you shall tell them yourself, and explain your plans in full." This remark was applauded. "There is a large, clean blackboard behind you, and you may do it in your own way."
"I am no orator, as Brutus is," replied Bolly, blushing.
"Brutus Shoreham!" exclaimed one of the boys, and all the assembly laughed; and from that time the last of the rebels was called Brutus by the students oftener than anything else.
"I am afraid I can't speak well enough to make myself understood," said Bolly, as he looked nervously at the blackboard and then at the students.
"You need not declaim it; only tell what your plans are, just as you would explain them to one of your companions over in the grove," added Captain Gildrock, encouragingly.
"I will try, sir. Shall I explain the building, or the location first," asked Bolly.
"Suit yourself, Millweed."