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 the people are supreme." Praska had found a never-ending thrill in this. He did not merely believe that what Mr. Banning said was so. He knew it was true.

And so, as he lay in bed that night, the teacher's words came back to hearten him and warm him through. With an instinctive sense of loyalty, he did not question what his father had told him. He simply felt that his father might feel differently if he had had the good fortune to be thrown in contact with Mr. Banning. He fell asleep at last with his tumult of doubt at rest, with the conviction that Mr. Banning somehow would solve his problem on the morrow.

He reached school early the next morning; but early as he was the teacher was there before him. The man's eyes appraised him swiftly as he came through the doorway of Room 13.

"What's it about, George? That posted notice?"

"Yes, sir."

"I thought you'd be around when you got whatever you were fishing for."

Another teacher, Praska reflected, might have demanded to know why he had not been consulted. Somehow, there was never any feeling of restraint in bringing a project to Mr. Banning.