Next week, she went on to tell them, would be Quarterly Examination. If they did well in Examination, even with the Class Average against her, Miss Jenny might be allowed to remain, but if they failed---- The Third Reader Class gathered in knots and groups at recess. It depended on them whether Miss Jenny went or stayed. Emmy Lou stood in one of the groups, her chubby face bearing witness to her concern. "What is a Quarterly Examination?" asked Emmy Lou. Nobody seemed very sure. "Oh," said another little girl, "they give you questions, and you write down answers. My brother is in the Grammar School, and he has Examinations." "Quarterly Examinations?" asked Emmy Lou, who was definite. The little girl did not know. She only knew if you answered right, you passed; if wrong, you failed. And Miss Jenny would go. [Illustration: "Miss Jenny was throwing a kiss to the Third Reader class."] There was an air of mystery about a Quarterly Examination. It made one uneasy before the actual thing came, while the uncertainty concerning it was trying to the nerves. The day before Examination, Miss Jenny told every little girl to clear out her desk and carry all her belongings home. Then she went around and looked in each desk, for not a scrap of paper even must remain. Miss Jenny told them that she trusted them, it was not that, it was because it was the rule. "To cheat at Examination," said Miss Jenny, "is worse even than to lie. To cheat is to steal--steal knowledge that doesn't belong to you. To cheat at Examination is to be both a liar and a thief." The class scarcely breathed. This was terrible. "About the first subject," said Miss Jenny, "I feel safe. The first thing in the morning you will be examined in drawing." Emmy Lou at that remembered she had no tissue-paper. Neither had Hattie. Neither had Mamie. Everybody must be reminded. Miss Jenny told them to come with slate, pencils, and legal-cap paper. After school Emmy Lou and Hattie and Sadie and Mamie made mention of tissue-paper. The Drug-Store Man waited on Emmy Lou the next morning. Emmy Lou had a nickel. She wanted tissue-paper. The Drug-Store Man was curious. It seemed as if every little girl who came in wanted tissue-paper. Emmy Lou and the Drug-Store Man were great friends. "What's it got to do with rudiments of number?" asked the Drug-Store Man. "It's for drawing," said Emmy Lou. "It's Quarterly Examination."