Professor Scotch literally roared with laughter.
"Oh, there's nothing the matter with the sofa!" he laughed. "Just go right back and sit down there. Ha! ha! ha! It is ever the wicked man who feels the pricks of conscience. Ha! ha! ha! Ho! ho! ho!"
"Shut up!" piped Jenks, coming close to Scotch, at whom he shook his fist threateningly. "Shut up, or I will thump you!"
"Don't you dare do it here. If you do, I'll——"
"What?"
"I'll see you later."
"Landy massy!" spluttered Nancy. "I do believe you've both been tooken crazy!"
Behind the organ were two boys who were holding their hands over their mouths to keep from roaring with laughter, while Frank, under the sofa, was finding it no easy task to be silent.
The widow was frightened, and both of the professors immediately sought to reassure her. They pranced up on either side, and Scotch began:
"Don't be alarmed, Mrs. Cobb; we'll not fight——"