"Well," she remarked to Ariadne later on, "you had better be getting up your mythology" (meaning the Bible, only Peter didn't twig anything so wrapped up as this), "because you will be sure to be subpoena'd to take a class in the Sunday school after you have fished for it. _Nemo Dodd impune lacessit!_" "Can't Dodd lace his boots with impunity?" I asked Peter. I knew it wasn't that, any more than _Res angusta domi_ means "Please to keep Augusta at home," and some others like that I have made. Sure enough, Mr. Dodd made Ariadne take a class in his Sunday school, and Christina chuckled. It is the price of Mr. Dodd's admiration, and he admired Ariadne very much. She is not really any happier for it, rather bored by it in fact. She spent three whole days getting up Sacred History for fear the school children, who have of course been properly brought up and grounded, should floor her, a poor feckless literary man's daughter. Peter Ball gave her a little arithmetic. She got as far as Proportion with him. There was one sum about how many men it would take to build a wall of so many feet in so many hours. If it was Inverse Proportion, which it might be, and then again it mightn't, you put the men under the wall and divide by the hours; as many of them as are left after such treatment is the answer. It came, stupidly enough, two-and-a-half, so I suggested to Ariadne, as I was helping her, to put _Two men and a boy_. Peter said she didn't repay teaching, and saw nothing to laugh at, though his wife seemed to. Then Ariadne started an essay club with prizes. The Squire bought those for her in Morpeth when he went in to sell pelts and hides. Fancy touching his hand after that! They were bits of his poor beasts that he had killed! Billy Scott's short essay on the elephant, "_an animal with a leg at each corner and a tail at both ends,_" was funny; and Sally Moscrop's description of "_any animal she liked to choose._" She invented "_The Proc,_" a beast with four legs, "_two of whom are bigger and longer than the others, for the Proc lives all around a hill._" Grace Paterson's essay was quite long. "_The Pin is an exceedingly useful article. It has saved the lives of many men, many women and many children by not swallering of them._" Grace is fourteen and the beauty of the village. She has begun a tale in ten chapters. She has to write it up in the apple-tree, for fear her father should "warm" her.