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line from the others, as though themselves
commenced it, while the moment they ceased,
little Louise, with her small face screwed into
an expression of great gravity, took up the
words,— |

Lo, a lordly judge am I,—
Lo, a lordly judge am I.

Something was wrong ; poor Louise could
nowise go on; either her memory was a
fault, or the old spirit of fun got into her,
or her dignity broke down, I know not,
but the words would not come, and the
grand ceremony was well-nigh spoiled ; only
all of a sudden, before the visitors had time
to wonder, the whole school broke out,
led by Alice, with the beautiful ‘* Golden
Rule,’’ and the mortified little judge
managed to get out of her place, and out