On the day of the examination, Captain Gildrock called the students of Beech Hill together in the school-room in the afternoon, after the studies had been finished. The model to which he had alluded at the time of his lecture on shipbuilding was still on the table where it had been placed on that occasion. The students had examined it with a great deal of interest. They had read all they could find in the books in the library on the subject, and studied the three plans on the wall. They were very impatient, as young men always are, to begin the actual work of building the boat. It was even more to their taste than erecting a house, though many of them were now competent to frame a building from the plans. The subject of a name for the craft had engaged their attention, and they had given a great deal of thought to it. They were all ambitious to name the schooner, and a great variety of names was likely to be presented. They had all been handed in; and when the principal announced that the first business was to select one from them, Mr. Bentnick handed him the envelope which contained them. "Lily," said the captain, laughing, as he took the first paper from the enclosure. All the boys looked very good-natured, though something like embarrassment appeared upon the faces of not a few of them. "Lily," continued the captain, reading the second suggestion. The good-natured looks expanded into smiles. "Lily," the principal said again, as he drew out the third paper. The smile became a little more intense. "Lily," repeated the principal once more, and then he emptied all the slips of paper from the envelope, and began to sort them over. Principal, instructors and students were all laughing merrily by this time. It was evident that the boys were very impressible fellows, and had been captivated by the beauty of Miss Bristol. Possibly some of them were disturbed because they found that others had made the same selection as their own. "They are not all alike," said Captain Gildrock, when he had finished sorting the papers. "Only about two thirds of them are 'Lily.' It is certainly a very pretty name, and there is no flower more pure and beautiful than the lily. But the name is rather general and indefinite. We have the tiger lily, the lily of the valley, the pond lily, and other kinds. What do you say to calling the schooner the Pond Lily?" "No, sir!" shouted a majority of the students, with one voice. "The Tiger Lily, then?" "No, sir," was the emphatic reply. "Then Lily of the Valley?" "No, sir!" again voted the majority. "Perhaps I shall have to ask Miss Millweed for the names of other kinds of lilies," added the principal, with a very pleasant smile. "None of them!" exclaimed the crowd, encouraged by the cheerful expression of the captain. "None of them?" "Lily Bristol!" called Luke Bennington. "I put in another name, but that is what the fellows mean." "Yes, sir!" cried the majority.