In a dead hush the candidates sat and waited.  Exactly on the stroke of nine Miss Bishop entered and handed a sheaf of printed questions to the teacher in charge, who distributed them round the room.  The subject for the first hour was arithmetic.  Winona read over her paper slowly.  She felt capable of managing it, all except the last two problem sums, which were outside her experience.  She knew it would mainly be a question of accuracy.

“I’ll work them each twice if I’ve only time,” she thought, starting at number one.

An hour is after all only made up of sixty minutes, and these seemed to fly with incredible rapidity.  The teacher on the platform had sternly reproved a girl guilty of counting aloud in an agitated whisper, threatening instant expulsion for a repetition of such an offense, but with this solitary exception nobody transgressed the rules.  All sat quietly absorbed in their work, and an occasional rustle of paper or scratch of a pen were the only sounds audible.  At precisely five minutes to ten the deity on the platform sounded a bell, and ordered papers to be put together.  She collected them, handed them to another mistress, then without any break proceeded to deal out the questions for the next hour’s examination.  This was in geography, and here Winona was not on such sure ground.  Granted that you are acquainted with certain rules in arithmetic, it is always possible to work out problems, but it needed more knowledge than she possessed to write answers to the riddles that confronted her.  She had never heard of “The Iron Gates,” could not place Alcona and Altona, was hazy as to the whereabouts of the Mourne Mountains, and utterly unable to draw an accurate map of the Balkan States.  She scored a little on Canada, for she had learnt North America last term at Miss Harmon’s, but with Australia and New Zealand she was imperfectly acquainted.  She wrote away, getting hotter and hotter as she realized her deficiencies, winding up five minutes before the time allotted, in a flushed and decidedly inky condition.

At eleven a short interval was allowed, and the candidates thankfully adjourned.  Outside in the corridor they compared notes.

“Well, of all detestable papers this geography one is the limit!” declared an aggrieved voice.

It was the girl who had said that she always mixed Madras and Bombay, and who had studied her text-book up to the last available moment.  Apparently her eleventh hour industry had not sufficed to tide her over her difficulties.

“It was catchy in parts,” agreed the owner of the swastika, “but I liked one or two questions.  I just happened to know them, so I bowled ahead.  That’s what comes of wearing a mascot!”

“Don’t crow too soon!” laughed the girl with the fair pigtail.  “Remember, there are four other exams. to follow.  Your luck may leave you at any moment.”

“Don’t mention more exams.!  I feel inclined to turn tail and run home!” declared another.