I meant to tell you, Marilla, honestly I did, but I forgot.

Miss Stacy caught me reading Ben Hur in school yesterday afternoon when I should have been studying my Canadian history.

Jane Andrews lent it to me.

I was reading it at dinner hour, and I had just got to the chariot race when school went in.

I was simply wild to know how it turned out--although I felt sure Ben Hur must win, because it wouldn't be poetical justice if he didn't--so I spread the history open on my desk lid and then tucked Ben Hur between the desk and my knee.