Sorosis . ready. There is the paper, pen andink, and here are the questions. Which examination will youhave first? Any one. It makes no difference. Is this arithmetic?This will do. She sat down composedly, arranged the paper and tookup the pen, thinking it wholly unnecessary to work the prob-lems first on scratch paper. The first one was comparativelyeasy, and she smiled to herself as she wrote the answer. Thesecond took a few moments thought. But as she read thethird her; face gradually lost its smile and grew quite Payments, she said to herself. I believe Ive en-tirely forgotte
Sorosis . ready. There is the paper, pen andink, and here are the questions. Which examination will youhave first? Any one. It makes no difference. Is this arithmetic?This will do. She sat down composedly, arranged the paper and tookup the pen, thinking it wholly unnecessary to work the prob-lems first on scratch paper. The first one was comparativelyeasy, and she smiled to herself as she wrote the answer. Thesecond took a few moments thought. But as she read thethird her; face gradually lost its smile and grew quite Payments, she said to herself. I believe Ive en-tirely forgotten them. Do you take the whole number first,and when do you change the principal? I never could remem-ber anything about them. I think thats a silly question to givein an examination for a position like this. It isnt likely thatanybody in this school is ever advanced enough to study per-centage, much less foolishness. No, that isnt , I see now,—no, the rate is the same, but the principal. iS A GRADUATES LESSON. changes, and lets see—what is it about three days grace?Dear! I cant do it—well, Ill do all the rest and look this upbefore school begins. So she turned to the next. It took but a moment to ex-tract the square root, but the cube root cost some figuring; butfinally she finished it to her satisfaction, and read the follow-ing question. It sounded easy, and she began to think thather growing uneasiness had been unnecessary. She hadknown all the tables once, but rake her brain as she would,she couldnt recall them with certainty. Whether it was Troyweight that had eight drams in an ounce or whether drams hadanything to do with Troy weight, she couldnt remember. By this time the smile had gone entirely from her face,and as she proceeded it grew graver and graver. When shehad finished she looked over the paper, her expression chang-ing as she perused each answer. That was hardly a success, she thought. Ill takephysiology next, for Im quite sure of that. Wh
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