"
A few of the pupils giggled, and one in the front row muttered.
"I don't suppose there was any difference in their _legs_!"
"The ostrich is graceful,--"
She paused again, because at this absurd statement Dick Minton laughed
aloud.
"Oh, _graceful_!" whispered Dick.
"_Richard_!" said Miss Kenyon, her voice deeply reproving.
"Well, the idea!" said Dick. "_Graceful_!"
"Gwen, tell me where you obtained these strange ideas about the
ostrich," Miss Kenyon said.
"Did you read some book about birds, or did someone tell you these
things that you have written?"
"These are _my own_ ideas," Gwen answered, proudly.
"I didn't have to read or be told what to write. Mamma says I'm a
_genius_, and she read this composition, and _she_ said it was _fine_,
so I don't care what _you_ say about it!"
"You may be seated," said the teacher, but Gwen, not heeding what she
said, rushed from the school-house, intent upon telling her mother how
very badly she had been treated.
Miss Kenyon told the pupils that they had been rude to laugh, or make
comments when another pupil was taking any part in the exercises.
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