"Was that it? I thought he said 'rundition;' and I'd never seen it anywhere. He'll stumble me, sure's you live."
It was nearly their turn; and they one after the other felt a ton or so lighter when they were able to march to the front, instead of going to find seats.
Before that, however, Elder Keyser had thrown as hard a word as he could find at the head of Vosh Stebbins.
"Glad he had to say it slow," thought Vosh. "Guess he never tried it before. I can do it."
He was safe for the time, and the next Cobbleville boy went down on an easy word that then came across to Susie. She was conscious of a great deal of red in her face; but she spelled it clearly and correctly, and that sent her to the head, and next to Vosh again.
Twice more around, and the lines of young people in the aisles were not nearly so long as at first.
There had been, moreover, an almost continual roar of laughter over the examples of use given by the unfortunates.
Hardly were Port and Corry safe on the second round, before Elder Keyser blurted out to the next boy a word that sounded like—
"Ber'l."
"Bar'l, b-a-r-r"—