There was a swift fluttering of leaflets. Then the name of Jeremiah, a wise man, towered over the feelings of these boys. Homer Phelps was doomed to read the fourth verse. He took a deep breath, he puffed out his lips, he gathered his strength for a great effort. His beginning was childishly explosive. He hurriedly said: "_Trust ye not in lying words, saying The temple of the Lord, the temple of the Lord, the temple of the Lord, are these._" "Now," said the teacher, "Johnnie Scanlan, tell us what these words mean." The Scanlan boy shamefacedly muttered that he did not know. The teacher's countenance saddened. Her heart was in her work; she wanted to make a success of this Sunday-school class. "Perhaps Homer Phelps can tell us," she remarked. Homer gulped; he looked at Jimmie. Through the great room hummed a steady hum. A little circle, very near, was being told about Daniel in the lion's den. They were deeply moved. At the moment they liked Sunday-school. "Why--now--it means," said Homer, with a grand pomposity born of a sense of hopeless ignorance--"it means--why it means that they were in the wrong place." "No," said the teacher, profoundly; "it means that we should be good, very good indeed. That is what it means. It means that we should love the Lord and be good. Love the Lord and be good. That is what it means." [Illustration: "THE PROFESSIONAL BRIGHT BOY OF THE CLASS SUDDENLY AWOKE"] The little boys suddenly had a sense of black wickedness as their teacher looked austerely upon them. They gazed at her with the wide-open eyes of simplicity. They were stirred again. This thing of being good--this great business of life--apparently it was always successful. They knew from the fairy tales. But it was difficult, wasn't it? It was said to be the most heart-breaking task to be generous, wasn't it? One had to pay the price of one's eyes in order to be pacific, didn't one? As for patience, it was tortured martyrdom to be patient, wasn't it? Sin was simple, wasn't it? But virtue was so difficult that it could only be practised by heavenly beings, wasn't it? And the angels, the Sunday-school superintendent, and the teacher swam in the high visions of the little boys as beings so good that if a boy scratched his shin in the same room he was a profane and sentenced devil. "And," said the teacher, "'The temple of the Lord'--what does that mean? I'll ask the new boy. What does that mean?" "I dun'no'," said Jimmie, blankly. But here the professional bright boy of the class suddenly awoke to his obligations. "Teacher," he cried, "it means church, same as this." "Exactly," said the teacher, deeply satisfied with this reply. "You know your lesson well, Clarence. I am much pleased."