AMY AIRS HIS VIEWS Clint settled down into his appointed niche at Brimfield, one of one hundred and seventy-two individuals of various ages between twelve and twenty.

At Brimfield there were six forms, and Clint had, after a brief examination, been assigned to the fourth.

He found that he was well up with the class in everything save Greek and Latin, and these, Greek especially, soon proved hard sledding.

The instructor, Mr.Simkins--or "Uncle Sim," as he was called--was no easy taskmaster.

He entertained a profound reverence for Aristotle and Vergil and Cicero and Homer and all the others, and failed to understand why his classes thought them tiresome and, sometimes, dry.