Who was Iliad, and what was Homer ?" Mr.Roundjacket flourished his ruler, despairingly.
"You'll never write a poem, and you'll never be in love!" he said, with solemn emphasis.
"Oh, you are wrong!" said Verty, laying his violin on the desk, and caressing Longears.

"I think I'm in love now, Mr.Roundjacket!" "What ?" "I'm in love." "With whom ?" "Redbud," said Verty.
Roundjacket looked at the young man.
"Redbud Summers ?" he said.
Verty nodded.
Roundjacket's face was suddenly illuminated with a smile; and he looked more intently still at Verty.
"Tell me all about it," he said, with the interest of a lover himself; "have you had any moonlight, any flowers, music, and that sort of things ?" "Oh, yes! we had the flowers!" said Verty.
"Where ?" "At old Scowley's." "Who's he ?" asked Mr.Roundjacket, staring.
"What!" cried Verty, "don't you know old Scowley ?" "No." "She's Redbud's school-master--I mean school-mistress, of course; and Mr.Jinks goes to see Miss Sallianna." Roundjacket muttered: "Really, a very extraordinary young man." Then he added, aloud-- "Why do you think you are in love with Redbud ?" "Because you told me all about it; and I think from what--" Just as Verty was going on to explain, the door of Mr.Rushton's room opened again, and Miss Lavinia came forth.
She nodded to Verty, and asked him how he was.
"I'm very well," said the young man, "and I hope you are too, Miss Lavinia.

I saw your carriage at the door, and knew you were in here.
Oh! how tight your hair is curled!" he added, laughing.
Miss Lavinia drew herself up.
"I reckon you are going to see Redbud," said Verty.
Miss Lavinia looked intently at him.
"Yes," she said.
"Give my love to her," said the young man, "and tell her I'm coming to see her very soon--just as quick as I can get off from this dull old place." Which words were accompanied by a smile, directed toward Roundjacket.
As to Miss Lavinia, she stood aghast at Verty's extraordinary communication, and for some moments could not get words to express her feelings.
Finally she said, solemnly-- "How--have you been--" "To see Redbud, ma'am ?" "Yes." "I've been once," Verty said, "and I'm going again." Miss Lavinia's face assumed a dignified expression of reproof, and she gazed at the young man in silence.

This look, however, was far from daunting him, and he returned it with the most fascinating smile.
"The fact is, Miss Lavinia," he added, "Redbud wants somebody to talk to up there.

Old Scowley, you know, is'nt agreeable, at least, I should'nt think she was; and Miss Sallianna is all the time, I reckon, with Mr.Jinks.I did'nt see any scholars with Redbud; but there ARE some there, because you know Redbud's pigeon had a paper round his neck, with some words on it, all about how 'Fanny' had given him to her; and so there's a 'Fanny' somewhere--don't you think so?
But I forgot, you don't know about the pigeon--do you ?" Miss Lavinia was completely astounded.