"Mrs. Woodburn's, Miss," answered Jerry brightly. "That's Abe Lincoln. Queen Victoria's his wife. They lives together in a nutch."
"How did he come in?"
"Through the window," said the muffled voice of Albert from the back. "Flow'd."
The rabbit, which had been hanging placidly suspended, was now seized with spasms and began to twitch and contort violently.
The reason was not far to seek. A red-eyed ferret, tied by a string to the foot of a chair, was making strenuous efforts to get at him.
"Who's is that ferret?" asked Boy.
"That genelman's," replied the voice from the back.
The girl looked up and saw Silver standing in the door.
Coldly she dismissed the class.
"That'll do," she said. "You can all go now." The lads shuffled away, rejoicing. "There'll be no sing-song this evening," continued their cruel mistress. "Jerry, put that rabbit back in the hutch you took it from. Stanley, I don't want to see that ferret of yours at Bible Class again."