“Oh, I know what she was saying. I meant to tell you, Marilla, honestly I did, but I forgot. Miss Stacy caught me reading Ben-Hur in school yesterday afternoon when I should have been studying my Canadian history. Jane Andrews lent it to me. I was reading it at dinner hour, and I had just got to the chariot race when school went in. I was simply wild to know how it turned out⁠—although I felt sure Ben-Hur must win, because it wouldn’t be poetical justice if he didn’t⁠—so I spread the history open on my desk lid and then tucked Ben-Hur between the desk and my knee. It just looked as if I were studying Canadian history, you know, while all the while I was reveling in Ben-Hur . I was so interested in it that I never noticed Miss Stacy coming down the aisle until all at once I just looked up and there she was looking down at me, so reproachful-like. I can’t tell you how ashamed I felt, Marilla, especially when I heard Josie Pye giggling. Miss Stacy took Ben-Hur