I know Macdonald. He is a decent sort to meet in a house, but in school he is a stern one. His chief drawback is his lack of humour. I could swear that he will whack Jim Jackson for impudence before he is half an hour in the school. I met Jim one night last week wheeling a box up from the station. "I say, boy," I called with a pronounced Piccadilly Johnny accent, "heah, boy! Can you direct me to the--er--village post-office?" He scratched his head and looked round him dubiously. "Blowed if Aw ken," he said at last. "Aw'm a stranger here." Yes, Macdonald will whack him. I sent Jim out yesterday to measure the rainfall (there had been a fortnight's drought) and he went out to the playground. In ten minutes he returned looking puzzled. He came to my desk and lifted an Algebra book, then he went to his seat and seemed to sweat over some huge calculation. At length he came to me and announced that the rainfall was ·3578994 of an inch. I went out to the playground ... he had watered it with the watering-can. "There are no flies on you, my lad," I said. "No, sir," he smiled, "the flies don't come out in the rain." Yes, Macdonald is sure to whack him. I shall miss Jim. I shall miss them all ... but Jim most of all. What about Janet? And Gladys? And Ellen? And Jean?... Well, then, I'll miss Jim most of all the boys. I tried to avoid being melodramatic to-day. It has been a queer day, an expectant day. They followed me with their eyes all day; if an inspector had arrived I swear that he would have put me down as a good disciplinarian. I never got so much attention from my bairns in my life. I blew the "Fall in!" for the last time at the three o'clock interval. Janet and Ellen were late. When they arrived they carried a wee parcel each. They came forward to my desk and laid their parcels before me. "A present from your scholars," said Janet awkwardly. I slowly took off the tissue paper and held up a bonny pipe and a crocodile tobacco-pouch. I didn't feel like speaking, so I took out my old pouch and emptied its contents into the new one; then I filled the new pipe and placed it between my teeth. A wee lassie giggled, but the others looked on in painful silence. I cleared my throat to speak, but the words refused to come ... so I lit the pipe. "That's better," I said with forced cheerfulness, and I puffed away for a little. "Well, bairns," I began, "I am----" Then Barbara Watson began to weep. I frowned at Barbara; then I blew my nose. Confound Barbara! "Bairns," I began again, "I am going away now." Janet's eyes began to look dim, and I had to frown at her very hard; then I had to turn my frown on Jean ... and Janet, the besom, took advantage of my divided attention. I blew my nose again; then I coughed just to show that I really did have a cold.