"That Morris class is vacant again to-day," the superintendent was saying; "I don't know what we are to do with that class; no one is willing to undertake it."
The pastor looked toward his own large class waiting for him, and said, with a weary sigh:
"I believe I shall have to give up my class to some one and take that. I don't want to; it is a class which requires more nervous energy than I have at command at this hour of the day. But what is to be done with them to-day?"
"Would it do to ask one of the young ladies on the visitors' seat?"
And then the eyes of the two men turned toward the girls.
"They are afraid of us," whispered Eurie, her propensity to see the ludicrous side of things in no whit destroyed by her conversion. "Look at their troubled faces; they think that we are harbingers of mischief. Oh me! What a reputation to have! But I declare it is funny." Whereupon she laughed softly, but unmistakably.
It was at this moment that Dr. Dennis' eyes rested on her.
"Oh, they are only here for material to make sport of," he said, gloomily; "Miss Erskine might keep the boys quiet for awhile if she chose to do so, I suppose."
"Or Miss Wilbur. Some of the boys in that class are in school, in her ward; they say she has grand order."
Dr. Dennis' face grew stern.