eldest son, what would you call me?' And Carol said, 'I'd still call
you a Duck, Professor,--it wouldn't make any difference to me.'"

Prudence could only sigh.

"One other time he was illustrating phenomena. He explained the idea,
and tried to get one of the boys to mention the word,--phenomenon, you
know. The boy couldn't think of it. Professor gave three or four
illustrations, and still the boy couldn't remember it. 'Oh, come now,'
professor said, finally, 'something unusual, something very much out of
the ordinary! Suppose you should see a blackbird running a race down
the street with a sparrow, what would you call it?' The boy couldn't
imagine, and professor said, 'What would you call that, Carol?' Carol
said, 'A bad dream.'"

Prudence smiled wearily.

"Sometimes we have discussions of moral points. We take turns about
conducting them, and try to stimulate their interest in such things.
We want to make them think, every one for himself. One day Professor
Duke said, 'Suppose a boy in this town has a grudge against
you,--unjust and unfair. You have tried one thing after another to
change his attitude. But he continues to annoy and inconvenience and
even hurt you, on every occasion. Remember that you have tried every
ordinary way of winning his good will. Now what are you going to do as
a last resort?' Carol said, 'I'll tell papa on him.'" Miss Allen
laughed again, heartily. "It does have a disturbing effect on the
class, I admit, and often spoils a good point, but Professor Duke calls
on Carol every time he sees her eyes twinkle! He does it on purpose.
And Miss Adams is nearly as bad as he. One day she said, 'Suppose you