Inside were a blackboard, a rusty stove, a teacher's desk and a dozen forms, grown mouldy and worm-eaten now.

A torn and faded picture of Lincoln was upon one wall, half hidden by a spider's web and by a few old dangling rags which once had been red, white and blue.

Below, still clinging to the wall, was an old scrap of paper, on which in a large rugged hand there had been written long ago a speech, but it had been worn away until but three words were legible--"conceived and dedicated--" "Tell me about your school," she said.

"All you can remember." Seated at her grandfather's desk she asked Roger many questions.

And his recollections, at first dim and hazy, began to clear a little.
"By George!" he exclaimed.