"What in the world can the teacher be thinking of, to keep such an
ignoramus in the class?" thought Hector. "He doesn't know enough to
join a class in the Latin Reader."
The fact was, that Jim Smith was unwilling to give up his place as a
member of the highest class in Latin, because he knew it would
detract from his rank in the school. Mr. Crabb, to whom every
recitation was a torture, had one day ventured to suggest that it
would be better to drop into the Caesar class; but he never ventured
to make the suggestion again, so unfavorably was it received by his
backward pupil. He might, in the case of a different pupil, have
referred the matter to the principal, but Socrates Smith was sure to
decide according to the wishes of his nephew, and did not himself
possess knowledge enough of the Latin tongue to detect his gross
mistakes.
After a time came recess. Hector wished to arrange the books in his
desk, and did not go out.
Mr. Crabb came up to his desk and said: "Roscoe, I must compliment
you on your scholarship.
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