THE EXAMINING COMMITTEE



urday; and then, feeling that he must be ready, he
brought out from the trunk, where, since his ar-
rival in Devonshire, they had been quietly lying,
books enough to have frightened an older person
than poor little Madeline Clyde, riding slowly
home with grandpa, and Nwishing so much that
she'd had a glimpse of Dr. Holbrook, so as to
know what he was like, and hoping he would give
her a chance to repeat some of the many pages of
geography and " Parley's History," which she
knew by heart. How she would have trembled
could she have seen the formidable volumes
heaped upon his table and waiting for her. There
were French and Latin grammars, " Hamilton's
Metaphysics," " Olmstead's Philosophy," ' Day's
Algebra," " Butler's Analogy," and many others,
into which poor Madeline had never so much as
looked. Arranging them in a row, and half wvish-
ing himself back again to the days when he had
studied them, the doctor wsent out to visit his
patients, of which there were so many that Mlade-
line Clyde entirely escaped his mind, nor did she
trouble him again until the dreaded Monday
came, and the hands of his watch pointed to two.
  " One hour more," he said to himself, just as
the roll of wheels and a cloud of dust announced
the approach of something.
  Could it he Sorrel and the square-boxed wagon
Oh, no; far different from Grandfather Clyde's
turnout were the stylish carriage and the spirited



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