The School made a note of the fact. So did the Bishop. He summoned the eight juniors _seriatim_ to his study, and administered much praise, coupled with the news that fielding before breakfast would go on as usual.

“Miss Lindy,” whispered Joe importantly, as he helped Grandma Ellis into the carriage, “I ’spects you and Mars Harry for de Fo’th of July dinner, but as dere won’t be no room for Mammy I didn’t make no public mention of your two names. Seemed as dough it might make her feel a bit uncomfortable if she was de only one not mentioned; but you understan’, Miss Lindy, de cabin am small an’ Mammy large, an’” (putting his hand to his mouth and speaking in a still lower whisper) “seems like Mammy gettin’ 076too old to be of much use to anybody. You un’erstan’, Miss Lindy?”