But what I did with myself in the interval I should be sorry to be called upon to tell.
At last, one morning, I woke with a vengeance, as I held in my hand a paper on which were printed a score or so of names, third among which I made out the words-- "Jones, T .-- (Miss M.

Steele, High School, Fallowfield): Exhibition, L40." So I was a Low Heathen at last!.