In a spasm of nervousness, Winona jerked her elbow, and away went her pencil-box, clattering on to the floor, and dispersing its collection of pens, pencils, nibs and other treasures beneath the neighboring desks.

There was a dead silence, and the culprit was instantly the center of attention.
"A clumsy thing to do! Leave those things where they are! You can pick them up after the lesson," observed Miss Huntley grimly.

"Go on now with the translation." Winona's hot face had been hidden under Audrey Redfern's desk.

She rose reluctantly.

Her confusion made the hard passage seem twice as difficult.