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Miss Cardrew came in shortly after, and stood warming her fingers at the stove, nodding and smiling at the girls. All was still so far in the desk. Miss Cardrew went up and laid down her gloves and pushed back her chair. Joy coughed under her breath, and Gypsy looked up out of the corners of her eyes. "Mr.
"No, I don't," grumbled Joy; "just 'cause I didn't tell Miss Cardrew about that horrid old cat—I wish we'd let the ugly thing alone!—I don't see why you need treat me as if I'd been murdering somebody and were going to be hung for it. Besides, I said 'Over the left' to myself just after I'd told her, and I didn't want to lose my recess if you did."
"Gypsy Breynton will lose her recesses for a week and stay an hour after school tonight," said Miss Cardrew. "Joy, did you put the kitten in my desk?" "No, ma'am," said Joy, boldly. "Nor have anything to do with it?" "No, ma'am," said Joy, without the slightest change of color. "Next!—Sarah Rowe." Of course Sarah had not, nor anybody else.
If I should do that at school, I guess Miss Cardrew would give it to me. But what I thought was queerest of all, they all talked right at the Vice-President, and kept saying, 'Mr. President, and 'Sir, just as if there weren't anybody else in the room. "Some of the Senators are handsome, and a good many more aren't. Joy stood up for Mr. Sumner because he came from Massachusetts.
Guernsey is not well to-day," began Miss Cardrew, standing by the desk, "and we shall not be able to meet as usual in No. 1 for prayers. It has been thought best that each department should attend devotions in its own room. You can get out your Bibles." Gypsy looked at Joy, and Joy looked at Gypsy. Miss Cardrew sat down. It was very still. A muffled scratching sound broke into the pause.
Joy was looking carelessly about the room, scanning the faces of the girls, as if she were trying to find out who was the guilty one. "It is highly probable that the cat tied herself into an apron, opened the desk and shut the cover down on herself," said Miss Cardrew; "we will look into this matter. Delia Guest, did you put her in?" "No'm—he, he! I guess I—ha, ha!—didn't," said Delia.
It was too late; they were dripping, and drenched, and black. The teacher quietly wiped some spots of ink from her pretty blue merino, and there was an awful silence. "Girls," said Miss Cardrew then, in her grave, stern way, "who did this?" Nobody answered. "Who put that cat in my desk?" repeated Miss Cardrew. It was perfectly still. Gypsy's cheeks were scarlet.
Joy was always somewhat more demure, but she looked, too, that morning, as if she were quite as ready to have a good time as any other girl. "Do you know," said Gypsy, confidentially, as they went up the schoolhouse steps, "I feel precisely as if I should make Miss Cardrew a great deal of trouble to-day; don't you?" "What does she do to you if you do?"
Miss Cardrew was in the tenth verse, and the room was very still. Right into the stillness there broke again a distinct, prolonged, dolorous— "Mi-aow-aow!" And this time Miss Cardrew laid down her Bible and lifted the desk-cover. It is reported in school to this day that Miss Cardrew jumped.
The second arithmetic class had just come out to recite, when somebody knocked at the door. Miss Cardrew sent Delia Guest to open it. "It's a—ha, ha! letter—he, he! for you," said Delia, coming up to the desk.
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