You may take your seat, and you also, Alfred." The boys would have applauded again, but Mr.Stone said, waving his hand: "Once is enough, boys.

Time is precious, and we must now go on with our lessons.

First class in arithmetic." Godfrey had been equally surprised and angry at the turn that affairs had taken.

He was boiling with indignation, and nervously moved about in his seat.

After a slight pause, having apparently taken his determination, he took his cap, and walked toward the door.
Mr.Stone's attention was drawn to him.
"Where are you going, Godfrey ?" he demanded, quickly.
"Home," said Godfrey.
"You will wait till the end of school." "I would rather not, sir." "It makes no difference what you would rather do, or rather not do.
Are you sick ?" "No, sir." "Then you have no good cause for leaving, and I shall not permit you to do so." "I have been insulted, sir, and I don't wish to stay." "By whom ?" demanded the teacher, sharply.
Godfrey would like to have said, "By you," but he saw the teacher's keen eye fixed upon him, and he didn't dare to do it.