Mr.Gordon, after waiting a moment, said-- "Why, Sir, you know nothing about it; you can't have looked at it.

Go to the bottom and write it out five times." "_Write it out_" thought Eric; "this is retribution, I suppose;" and covered with shame and vexation, he took his place below the malicious Barker at the bottom of the form.
It happened that during the lesson the fire began to smoke, and Mr.
Gordon told Owen to open the window for a moment.

No sooner was this done than the mischievous whiff of sea air which entered the room began to trifle and coquet with the perdulous half sheet pinned in front of the desk, causing thereby an unwonted little pattering crepitation.

In alarm, Duncan thoughtlessly pulled out the pin, and immediately the paper floated gracefully over Russell's head, as he sat at the top of the form, and, after one or two gyrations, fluttered down in the centre of the room.
"Bring me that piece of paper," said Mr.Gordon, full of vague suspicion.
Several boys moved uneasily, and Eric looked nervously around.
"Did you hear?
fetch me that half sheet of paper." A boy picked it up and handed it to him.

He held it for a full minute in his hands without a word, while vexation, deep disgust, and rising anger struggled in his countenance.