I propose the first toast.

Down with all schools and teachers--especially the new teacher, who came this half year.

Oh, mercy, how it stings!" The fixed gas in the lemonade took the orator, at that moment, by the throat, and effectually checked the flow of her eloquence.

It made no difference to the girls.
Excepting the ease of feeble stomachs, who cares for eloquence in the presence of a supper-table?
There were no feeble stomachs in that bedroom.

With what inexhaustible energy Miss Ladd's young ladies ate and drank! How merrily they enjoyed the delightful privilege of talking nonsense! And--alas! alas!--how vainly they tried, in after life, to renew the once unalloyed enjoyment of tarts and lemonade! In the unintelligible scheme of creation, there appears to be no human happiness--not even the happiness of schoolgirls--which is ever complete.