'Once the head master had occasion to speak. A lad with ruddy skin, and light hair, had a defect in his speech, and could not pronounce his "r's", so that he read out: "Whatsoever is wight that shall ye weceive". "Do try and pronounce your 'r's' better", said the master, kindly; and there upon there was a shuffling of feet from the other pupils, as if the only method of laughing under the silent system was with the shoes.'