"Robert?" said Mr. Burrows, more for form's sake than because he had the
slightest doubt about Robert's reply.
"My!" said Bob Turner good-naturedly; "I can't do it."
Tip sat next, and something in his face made Mr. Burrows put the
question to him, though he had nearly resolved to waste no more time in
the matter.
"Can you do this, Edward?"
"Yes, sir," said Tip promptly and proudly, "I can."
And no nobler figures or firmer lines did chalk ever make on a blackboard
than was made while that troublesome example was being done.
He was roused from his flutter of satisfaction by hearing Mr.
Burrows' voice.
"Do you know anything about the lesson, _any_ of you?"
"I'm sure _I_ don't," answered Bob, still good-naturedly.
Mr. Burrows was growing utterly out of patience; this same scene had been
acted too often to be endured longer. He turned back to the first pages
in the book.
"Very well," he said at last; "you may take the first page in addition
to-morrow morning, and we'll see if you can be made to know anything
about that.
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