The acrostics lay in a great white heap on Mr.Burrows' desk, not a name written on any of them.

Mr.
Burrows was to read, and the boys were to have the pleasure of spelling out the names of the owners as he read.
A merry time they had of it that afternoon.

Some wonderful acrostics were read.

Ellis Holbrook had a very clever one, arranged from his lesson in Virgil.

Howard Minturn had borrowed from his father's library a copy of Shakespeare, and worked hard over his; the boys and their teacher thought it a success.
Even Bob Turner had written; the idea had happened to strike him as a very funny one, and Bob always did everything that he thought funny.