the virgil soon slipped unheeded to the ground, and anne, her chin propped on her clasped hands, and her eyes on the splendid mass of fluffy clouds that were heaping up just over mr. j. a. harrison's house like a great white mountain, was far away in a delicious world where a certain schoolteacher was doing a wonderful work, shaping the destinies of future statesmen, and inspiring youthful minds and hearts with high and lofty ambitions.