"As for me, I'm glad I'm not a grind and don't have to bother my head about such tommyrot.

Just sit on the lid of this pesky thing, Joel, will you?
I'm afraid that last coat was almost too much for it." But even suspense comes to an end, and presently Joel found himself seated by West in the crowded hall, and felt his face going red and pale by turns, and knew that his heart was beating with unaccustomed violence beneath his shabby vest.

Professor Wheeler made his speech--and what a long one it seemed to many a lad!--and then the fateful list was lifted from the table.
"Senior class scholarships have been awarded as follows," announced the principal.

"The Calvin scholarship to Albert Park Digbee, Waltham, Massachusetts." Joel forgot his unpleasant emotions while he clapped and applauded.

But they soon returned as the list went on.