"That'll do. Example?"
"A bar'l of flour."
"Next. Ber'l."
"Ber'l, b-e-r-y-l."
"Down. Wrong. Example?"
"Beryl, a precious stone;" and the blushing damsel sorrowfully slipped aside into one of the front pews.
"Next. Ber'l."
"Berril, b-u-r-r-i-a-l."
"Wrong. Down. Example?"
"Berril, the berril of Surgeon Moore. I've heerd 'em sing it."