The pupils of the Latin School, from the nature of the institution, are an aristocratic set.

They come from refined homes, dress well, and spend the recess hour talking about parties, beaux, and the matinee.

As students they are either very quick or very hard-working; for the course of study, in the lingo of the school world, is considered "stiff." The girl with half her brain asleep, or with too many beaux, drops out by the end of the first year; or a one and only beau may be the fatal element.

At the end of the course the weeding process has reduced the once numerous tribe of academic candidates to a cosey little family.
By all these tokens I should have had serious business on my hands as a pupil in the Latin School, but I did not find it hard.

To make myself letter-perfect in my lessons required long hours of study, but that was my delight.