Here is Miss Huntley's report: 'French, weak; Latin, beneath criticism; mathematics, extremely bad.' Yet in all these three subjects you gained a high percentage in the entrance examination.

I have your papers here--yes, Latin 85, French 87, mathematics 92" (rapidly turning over the pages), "it is simply incredible how you have fallen off." Winona was gazing at the sheets of foolscap in the Principal's hand.
"Those aren't my papers," she faltered.
"Certainly they are.

They're marked with your number, 11." "But I wasn't number 11, I was number 10." Miss Bishop stooped, opened a drawer in her bureau, and took out a book.
"Here it is in black and white," she replied.

"No.

11, Winona Woodward." Winona's shaking hands clutched the edge of the bureau.