'What a fine-looking fellow! I wonder who he is?' whispered Miss Tenant to Miss Stanley, one morning, as our hero passed their seats (they both had classes) to take his place with his Sunday school pupils.
'I don't know, I am sure,' replied her friend.
'I can't find any one who does. Do you know, I think he is real handsome?'
'So do I, if he would only lift his head up and look people in the face; he is as bashful as a sheep.'
'My little brother is in his class, and he says they all like him so much. He takes such an interest in his pupils.'
'Then I should think you could find out something about him.'
'No: his name is Meeker; that's all any one seems to know.'
'Funny name; I don't like it.'
'Nor I. Still, we won't condemn him for his name. Besides, I like his face?'
'Hush!'