"It's YOUR say, you know; you're the only one to be considered or consulted here." "Only just say what you want me to do," continued Twing, apparently ignoring the trustees; "pick out the style of job; give me a hint or two how to work it, or what you'd think would be the proper gag to fetch 'em, and I'm there, ma'am.

It may be new at first, but I'll get at the business of it quick enough." Mrs.Martin smiled--this time quite perceptibly--with the least little color in her cheeks and eyes.

"Then you've had no experience in teaching ?" she said.
"Well no." "You are not a graduate of any college ?" "Not much." The two trustees looked at each other.

Even Mr.Peaseley had not conceived such a damning revelation.
"Well," said Mrs.Martin slowly, "perhaps Mr.Twing had better COME EARLY TOMORROW MORNING AND BEGIN." "Begin ?" gasped Mr.Sperry in breathless astonishment.
"Certainly," said Mrs.Martin in timid explanation.

"If he is new to the work the sooner the better." Mr.Sperry could only gaze blankly at his brother official.