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“Did you have any assistance on that sentence, Strong?” asked Mr.
Lovering, peering a little suspiciously over his spectacles. There had
been but one mistake in the work, and that a slight one which Strong
himself had recognized as soon as his attention was called to it.
“Not in the class, sir,” replied Strong. “I heard it talked over
outside.”
“Explain the mood of _gereret_.”
“Subjunctive in indirect question,” answered the runner, promptly.
“And the case of _dies_?”
“Accusative, duration of time.”
Mr. Lovering nodded approvingly. “You seem to understand it, at all
events. Now, Whitely, we’ll hear yours.”
And Whitely, flushed and confused, blundered through his poor
translation, correcting slight errors by gross ones, and sitting down at
last in the dismal consciousness that he had committed two of the
particular sins of construction which, in Mr. Lovering’s eyes, were most
unpardonable.
After the recitation, while Whitely was defending himself from the
jeering congratulations of his friends, Strong found himself again at
Salter’s side. This time he was in better humor for conversation.
“Well, Sal, what now?” he called jocosely after the dumpy figure mincing
along with the peculiar gait which had suggested one of his nicknames.
“Going to improve the shining hour, I suppose.”
“Yes,” replied Salter. “I’ve most of the German to do.” He hesitated a
few moments, lifted a cautious glance toward Strong’s face, and added,
“Don’t you want to come over?”
For an instant Strong stared in amazement. “Why, yes,” he said with a
refreshing cordiality; “just wait till I get my books.”
Salter finished his preparation of the lesson that afternoon
sufficiently early to have some minutes to devote to his visitor. It is
a fact well known to schoolmasters that a pupil will often perceive the
true inwardness of his fellow’s difficulty when the master has failed to
discover it. To Salter things were so perfectly evident and clear in the
lesson that it was a matter of interest to make out why they were not
equally evident and clear to his companion. Before the recitation bell
rang he thought he saw the obstacle; by the end of the Latin hour on the
following day he was sure of it. Strong had a superficial quickness in
learning forms and elements which had prevented his mastering them. What
he learned one day was gone two days after. His foundation crumbled away
beneath the structure he was striving to build upon it.
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