She escorted them across the quadrangle to the big hall where the examination was to be held.
"The place has a classic look," said Garnet, gazing at the Corinthian columns of the portico.

"I'm afraid they won't consider my Latin up to standard.

May the fates send me an easy paper!" "You should have asked them before!" giggled Winona.

"The papers are printed now, and not all the gods of Olympus could alter a letter.

I accept my fortunes in the spirit of a Mahomedan.