I overheard one of my urchins, clattering in front of me, shout to another: "I'm sure he's got the sack!" Turning round he perceived me, and grew as red as a turkey-cock.

I laughed aloud.

The boy's yell was a clarion announcement from the seventh heaven.

I _had got the sack_! _I_ should never teach him quadratic equations again.

I should turn my back forever upon those hateful walls and still more abominated playing-fields.