His desk was in the row of seats next the wall, and there was only a
narrow aisle between him and the blackboard. He could reach across
this easily. He reached across.

He picked up a piece of crayon and began drawing lines on the board.
He moved his chalk carefully, and it made no sound. Yet his movements
attracted attention, shortly, and one pupil, and another, and another,
turned to watch him.

When "Dodd" found that he had finally succeeded in securing an audience
he felt that his point was gained. He winked to a few of the boys
about him, and even half smiled at a somewhat coquettish girl whose eye
he happened to catch. He was winning his way, and he hastened to make
the most of his opportunity.

He had not made a half-dozen strokes with the crayon till every one saw
that his sketch was a caricature of Mr. Bright.

This gentleman was not handsome. His features were angular and
somewhat irregular, and upon every one of these individualities the
graceless artist enlarged at will. He turned up the nose, and set the
stray bits of whiskers, and dotted the cheeks, at war one with another.
He even went further, and with a few clever strokes sketched a dwarfed
body for the life-sized head. He worked rapidly and turned now and
then to view his subject.

And all this time Mr. Bright was unconscious of what was going on. He
sat with his face more than half turned away from "Dodd," and was
devoting all his energies to the elucidation of a problem that was