Janet had been his teacher too long not to see what he meant, and immediately pronounced the word as he would have it.

Upon this he began a wild dance, but sobering suddenly, sat down, and was instantly again absorbed in further attempt.

It lasted so long that Janet resumed her previous household occupation.

At length he rose, and with thoughtful, doubtful contemplation of what he had done, brought her the slate.
There, under the fore-gone success, he had written the words galatians and breath, and under them, galbreath.

She read them all, and at the last, which, witnessing to his success, she pronounced to his satisfaction, he began another dance, which again he ended abruptly, to draw her attention once more to the slate.