He too often finds that no such allusion is made.
It appears that the Jobbles of the occasion has exactly known the blank spots of his mind and fitted them all.

He has perhaps crammed himself with the winds and tides, and there is no more reference to those stormy subjects than if Luna were extinct; but he has, unfortunately, been loose about his botany, and question after question would appear to him to have been dictated by Sir Joseph Paxton or the head-gardener at Kew.

And then to his own blank face and puzzled look is opposed the fast scribbling of some botanic candidate, fast as though reams of folio could hardly contain all the knowledge which he is able to pour forth.
And so, with a mixture of fast-scribbling pens and blank faces, our five friends went to work.

The examination lasted for four days, and it was arranged that on each of the four days each of the five candidates should be called up to undergo a certain quantum of Mr.Jobbles' viva voce.

This part of his duty Mr.
Jobbles performed with a mildness of manner that was beyond all praise.