"Next," said the teacher.
"C-a-o-u-t-c-h-o-u-c-e."
"Next."
"C-o-o-c-h-o-o—o-o—."
"Next."
"C-h-o-o—"
"Next," and Charlie began to wish he had been foot now, so he could get up more than one at a time.
"K-a-u-o-t-c-h."
"Next," and all eyes began to look toward the head of the class, for the unfortunate word was sure to go there.
"Caoutchouc," again pronounced the teacher, clearly. The bright little girl at the head of the class was a good speller, but hearing so many efforts, she became confused with the word, and although spelling slowly at it, she missed it.