But once again the professor's utterance was transfixed.
"Give the pore gennleman a piece of chalk," said Willows, "and send him to the blackboa'd."
With the blackboard we now made visible progress, which I decided it was best for the present not to interrupt. Let as many suggestions as possible be made; then we could weed them out. Consent was undivided upon a number of words, and some old spelling passed away in peace. The letter u disappeared from honor and favor, although, with much surprise, I overheard Miss Appleby saying to herself that she intended to retain it in all her private correspondence. The k was kicked out of Frederic.
("There's nothing new about that, either," said Miss Appleby, in a whisper.)
"But I shall not permit any such liberty to be taken with my own name," said Professor Maverick, firmly; and this was conceded to him, Professor Totts objecting.
"We shall never reach consistency at this rate," grumbled Lysander Totts.
"Who came here to be consistent?" retorted Maverick.
"We came here for spelling reform," added Camillo Cottsill.
("Good gracious," said Miss Appleby, under her breath.)