The row rustled
pleasantly.
"I understand," went on Desire hastily, "that we are to talk about
Moses. How many here can tell me anything about Moses?"
The row of eyes blinked. But Moses might have been a perfect
stranger for any sign of recognition from their owners.
"Moses," went on Desire, "was a very remarkable man. In his age he
seems even more remarkable--"
A small hand shot up and an injured voice inquired: "Please,
teacher, don't we have the Golden Text?"
"I suppose we do." There was evidently some technique here of which
the hurried assistant had not informed her. "We will have it now.
What is the Golden Text?"
Nobody seemed to know.
"I don't see how we can have it, if you don't know it," said Desire
mildly.
Another hand shot up. "Please teacher, you say it first."
There was also, then, an established order of precedence.
"I don't know it, either," said Desire.
This might have precipitated a deadlock. But, fortunately, the row
did not believe her. They smiled stiffly. Their smile revealed more
clearly than anything else how unthinkable it was for a teacher not
to know the Golden Text. Desire, in desperation, remembered the
paper-covered "Quarterly" which the assistant had put into her hands
and, with a flash of inspiration, decided that what the children
wanted was probably there. She opened it feverishly and was
delighted to discover "Golden Text" in large letters on the first
page she looked at.
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