Dan scratched his big head leisurely, and he did his best to find the place. "So I'm to be tutor—is that it?" he said, with a puzzled look.
"That is so."
"And you are to be the pupil?"
"Precisely—suppose yourself my tutor—and now begin."
At this Ewan stepped out with a look of anxiety. "Is not that a rather difficult supposition, Archdeacon?" he said, timidly.
The Archdeacon glanced over his grandson loftily and made no reply.
"Begin, sir, begin," he said, with a sweep of his hand toward Dan, and at that he sat down in the high-backed oak chair at the head of the table.
Then on the instant there came into Dan's quick eyes a most mischievous twinkle. He was standing before the table with the Greek Testament open at the parable of the tares, and he knew too well he could not read the parable.
"When do we change places, Archdeacon?" he asked.
"We have changed places—you are now the tutor—I am your pupil—begin, sir."