"I didn't know that you taught anarchy in school, Mr.Harris," Risley had said.

He laughed as he said it, but Harris had colored with an uneasy look at Norman Lloyd, whose face wore an expression of amusement.

"Perhaps I should have," he began, but Lloyd interrupted him.

"My dear fellow," he said, "you don't imagine that any man in his senses could take seriously enough to be annoyed by it that child's effusion on her nice little roll of foolscap tied with her pretty white satin ribbon ?" "She is just as sweet as she can be," said Mrs.Norman, "and I thought her composition was real pretty.

Didn't you, Cynthia ?" "Very," replied Cynthia.
"What your are worrying about it for, Edward, I don't see," said Mrs.Norman to the school-master.
"Well, I am glad if it struck you that way," said he, "but when I heard the applause from all those factory people"-- he lowered his voice, since a number were sitting near--"I didn't know, but--" He hesitated.
"That the spark that would fire the mine might be in that pretty little beribboned roll of foolscap," said Risley, laughing.