eowowwow," squealed Dudelsacker, in a fury; and
he took his departure at once.

But this brought us no calm. Twenty pieces of chalk were rattling on
the blackboards like a platoon of busy telegraphic instruments. Each
scholar was making his own list for the new dictionary of English, and I
read the lists of Totts, Maverick, and Cottsill, so far as they had
written them. Jesse Willows was writing, too, with sweeping flourishes;
but I had ceased to place faith in his integrity.

Surracuse Beverly Fahms Cyar
Yurrup Rud Cyard
Surrup But Cyart
Mawrul Cut Gyarden
Sawrul Grantha Coat-house
Kwawrul Anywheres}
Awringe Everywheres} _Cottsill's list_
Amurrican Nowheres}
Tremenjus Tremendious}

"Awringe," I murmured aloud, in ignorance of its meaning; but my own
voice revealed to me that it was our chief Florida fruit, as pronounced
by Lysander Totts, of Numa Pompilius, New York, discoverer of
Cleopatra's true sex. The whole great West was rattling away on the
boards behind me, but what I saw in front of me was enough to hold my
attention; and my eyes were straying back and forth between awringe and
grantha, when Totts, happening to glance up from his work, beheld the
work of Maverick next him.

He stopped abruptly. "Rud?" he inquired of the professor from Fishball
University, author of Pecan Nuts.

"Road," explained Maverick, writing out the old spelling. "Road, boat,
coat."

"Hm," said Totts, with disapprobation.

"But what is grantha?" I whispered to Miss Appleby.

"Can it be a breakfast food?" she suggested; and again I wished to call
her Gertrude.

Totts was still gazing at Maverick's list. "Hm. Yes," he repeated. "Bean
talk from Boston. We don't want it."

"Are we phonetic or not?" returned Maverick, sharply.

But Totts had now caught sight of Cottsill's list. "Anywheres?" he read
aloud. "Why anywheres? Rub all those out."

"I will not," declared the author of Nostalgia in the Lobster. "I guess
if you can be phonetic, I can."

"I'm afraid they're skipping grantha," said Miss Appleby.

"Who says anywheres?" demanded Totts.

"I do," snapped Cottsill.

"Well, I don't," Totts replied. "And, what's more, I won't."

Cottsill raised his voice. "I guess I can be phonetic just as----"

"Anywheres is vulgar," interrupted Totts.

"Vulgar yourself!" screa