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Miss Cardrew looked up carelessly, as if to see where it came from; it stopped. "She'll open her desk now," whispered Joy, stooping to pick up a book. "See here, Joy, I almost wish we hadn't——" "We will read the fourteenth chapter of John," spoke up Miss Cardrew, with her Bible in her hand. No, she hadn't opened her desk. The Bible lay upon the outside of it.
Just before supper the two girls were sitting drearily together in the dining-room, when the door-bell rang. "It's Miss Cardrew!" said Joy, looking out of the window; "what do you suppose she wants?" Gypsy looked up carelessly; she didn't very much care. She had told Miss Cardrew all she had to tell and received her punishment.
Boys put pins in the seats, and cut off the legs of the teacher's chair, and all that. I don't know as I care to tumble Miss Cardrew over—wouldn't she look funny, though!—'cause mother wouldn't like it. Couldn't we make the stove smoke, or put pepper in the desks, or—let me see." "Dress up something somehow," said Joy; "there's the poker." Gypsy shook her head.
"Oh, if that biscuit'll only last till she gets through praying!" "Hush-sh! She's looking this way." Miss Cardrew began to read. She had read just four verses, when— "Miaow!" Gypsy and Joy were trying very hard to find the place. Miss Cardrew looked up and around the room. It was quite still. She read two verses more. "Mi-aow! mi-aow-aow!"
This broke the ice, and Sarah and Delia began to talk very fast about Monday's grammar lesson, and Miss Cardrew, and how Agnes Gaylord put a green snake in Phœbe Hunt's lunch-basket, and had to stay after school for it, and how it was confidently reported in mysterious whispers, at recess, that George Castles told Mr. Guernsey he was a regular old fogy, and Mr.
"I had an uncle once, and his house caught afire—in the chimney too, and everybody'd gone to a prayer-meeting; they had now, true's you live." "Maybe your father's dead," condoled Sarah Rowe. "Or Winnie." "Or Tom." "Just think of it!" "What do you s'pose it is?" "If I were you, I guess I'd be frightened!" "Order!" said Miss Cardrew, in a loud voice.
Perhaps Miss Cardrew remembered that Gypsy had had something to do with a few other similar matters since she had been in school. "Yes'm," said honest Gypsy, with crimson face and hanging head, "I did." "What did you do?" "I put on the apron and the tippet, and—I gave her the biscuit. I—thought she'd keep still till prayers were over," said Gypsy, faintly. "But you did not put her in the desk?"
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