"They look at translations, and copy old stock verses.

Oh, it was such fun the other day.

What do you think?
Norman must have been dreaming, for he had taken to school, by mistake, Richard's old Gradus that Ethel uses, and there were ever so many rough copies of hers sticking in it." "Poor Ethel! What consternation she would be in! I hope no one found it out." "Why, Anderson junior was gaping about in despair for sense for his verses--he comes on that, and slyly copies a whole set of her old ones, done when she--Norman, I mean--was in the fifth form.

His subject was a river, and hers Babylon; but, altering a line or two, it did just as well.

He never guessed I saw him, and thought he had done it famously.
He showed them up, and would have got some noted good mark, but that, by great good luck, Ethel had made two of her pentameters too short, which he hadn't the wit to find out, thinking all Norman did must be right.