At the close of the hour Professor Bartet stepped to the centre of the room and clapped his hands for attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you please to seat yourselves quietly," he said; "I speak to you now about to-morrow.

As you all know--Mister Penrod Schofield, I am not sticking up in a tree outside that window! If you do me the fafer to examine I am here, insides of the room.

Now then! Piano, pl--no, I do not wish the piano! As you all know, this is the last lesson of the season until next October.

Tomorrow is our special afternoon; beginning three o'clock, we dance the cotillon.

But this afternoon comes the test of mannerss.