"Phew!" whistled Willows.
"Order, gentlemen," smiled the chairman. "Professor Camillo Cottsill has the floor."
"The only way," said this scholar, "is to abolish all words that children cannot spell."
"Phew!" repeated Willows.
"Order, gentlemen, please," said the chairman, gently tapping an inkstand with a pencil. But he was not heeded.
"Who are you whistling at?" demanded Camillo Cottsill.
"Can't yore children spell?" retorted Willows.
"Can yours?" shouted Cottsill.
At this Jesse Willows blushed a deep red, and so did Miss Appleby.