o 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
particularly troublesome to the advanced class in algebra. He had no
thought of the "order" of his school room. He was too busy trying to
help the boys and girls who sat before him, to have time to trouble
himself with the rest of the pupils, who were well able to care for
themselves between recitations. This was his way of "maintaining
order."

But presently he became aware, by soul or ear, that something was wrong
about him, somewhere. For an instant he could not make out what it
was, so deeply was he engrossed in his work. Then, like a flash, it
came to him that it was "Dodd"! He turned his eyes quickly to where
the boy sat, and had the good fortune to catch that young gentleman in
the very act of adding the finishing touches to his sketch, with much
flourish and circumstance.

So much elated was "Dodd," that for an instant he forgot where he was,
and for more than a minute after Mr. Bright caught sight of what he was
doing, he continued to put in new lines, every one of which added to
the grotesqueness of the picture.

Meanwhile the school saw the situation and began to enjoy it hugely,
though now at "Dodd's" expense.

Presently the young man looked up from his work and, glancing quickly
to the teacher, saw that he was fairly caught. Like lightning he swept
the brush, which he held in his left hand, over the picture, and it was
gone. Then he squared himself in his seat.

But it was too late. He had overshot the mark. He heard a sneer of
disgust from the p