As I gazed and wondered my life took on again a definite form and
purpose. The events of the preceding day rose in gradual succession
before me, and I proceeded to descend from the heights I had scaled the
night before.
[Illustration: DAVID ROLLIN INSULTS LUTHER.]
I looked at my watch. It was eight o'clock, and school should begin at
nine. Yet the occasion witnessed no feverish display of haste on my part,
I saw that the difficulties which I was destined to endure in the
Performance of my toilet that morning called either for philosophy or
madness. I chose philosophy.
The portion of the Ark surrounding my bed was cut up into little
recesses, crannies, nooks,--used, presumably, for storing the different
pairs of animals in the trying events which preceded the Flood. In one of
these, I had a dim recollection of having secreted my clothes, in the
disordered condition of my brain the night before. So I cast desultory
glances about me for these articles on the way, having first set out on a
search for a looking-glass. In one dark recess I came into forcible
contact with a hanging-shelf of pies. I thought what a moment that would
have been for Grandpa Keeler and the little Keelers! but I had been
brought up on hygienic, as well as moral, principles, and moved away
without a sigh.
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