ble over it.
They love their teacher so, and it seems Mr. Pryor's brother, Abel
Pryor, who is trustee of that school, is against her and has been
trying to turn the other trustees over to his way of thinking. And Ella
and the rest were afraid that if the fourth class couldn't tell
Whiskers the meanings of the words he would think the teacher was no
good and tell Abel so, and Abel would have a fine handle. But little
Sandy Logan saved the situation. He is a Home boy, but he is as smart
as a steel trap, and he sized up Whiskers-on-the-moon right off. 'What
does "anatomy" mean?' Whiskers demanded. 'A pain in your stomach,'
Sandy replied, quick as a flash and never batting an eyelid.
Whiskers-on-the-moon is a very ignorant man, Mrs. Dr. dear; he didn't
know the meaning of the words himself, and he said 'Very good--very
good.' The class caught right on--at least three or four of the
brighter ones did--and they kept up the fun. Jean Blane said that
'acoustic' meant 'a religious squabble,' and Muriel Baker said that an
'agnostic' was 'a man who had indigestion,' and Jim Carter said that
'acerbity' meant that 'you ate nothing but vegetable food,' and so on
all down the list. Whiskers swallowed it all, and kept saying 'Very
good--very good' until Ella thought that die she would trying to keep a
straight face. When the teacher came in, Whiskers complimented her on
the splendid understanding the children had of their lesson and said he
meant to tell the trustees what a jewel they had. It was 'very
unusual,' he said, to find a fourth class who could answer up so prompt
when it came to explaining what words meant. He went off beaming. But
Ella told me this as a great secret, Mrs. Dr. dear, and we must keep it
as such, for the sake of the Lowbridge Road teacher. It would likely be
the ruin of her chances of keeping the school if Whiskers should ever
find out how he had been bamboozled."

Mary Vance came up to Ingleside that same afternoon to tell them that
Miller Douglas, who had been wounded when the Canadians took Hill 70,
had had to have his leg amputated. The Ingleside folk sympathized with
Mary, whose zeal and patriotism had taken some time to kindle but now
burned with a glow as steady and bright as any one's.

"Some folks have been twitting me about having a husband with only one
leg. But," said Mary, rising to a lofty height, "I would rather Miller
with only one leg than any other man in the world with a
dozen--unless," she