ho stood certain to be deprived of it--the headmaster proceeded:
"Harris and Finch, I shall flog you both to-morrow morning after divinity lesson, and I may add that any boy reported to me for the same offence will certainly receive the same treatment. As for you, Haviland," handing him the slip of paper on which he had been writing, "you will post this upon the board. And I warn you that any further dereliction of duty on your part brought to my notice will entail very much more severe consequences."
Mechanically Haviland took the paper, containing of course the notice of his suspension, and could hardly believe his eyes. This is what he read:
"Fifteen hundred lines (of Virgil). For gross neglect of duty. Gated till done.
"Nicholas Bowen, D.D., Headmaster."
The great bound of relief evolved by the respite of the heavier penalty was succeeded in his mind by resentment and disgust as he realised the magnitude of this really formidable imposition. Th