“We’ll lose our Latin,” Susy mourned.
“If that’s all we lose, we’ll be mighty lucky,” one of the boys told her.
“Kit’s lost her temper already,” Billy Slade remarked.
“Why didn’t he tell us he was going to take the class Friday afternoon?” his sister Debby protested. “Then we should have been all right.”
“Hush! he’s coming!” one of the other girls warned.
“Get out your hankys, young ladies!” Billy whispered. “Try and look as penitent as possible!”
“I won’t!” Kitty declared. “I’m not sorry, and I won’t say I am!”
“You will before he’s through with you, my young friend,” Billy retorted.
Kitty tossed her red head defiantly, but a moment later even her courage wavered at sight of Mr. Hunt’s face.
For a moment he said nothing. Then, sitting down at his desk, he put one or two direct questions to each in turn. After which followed another short silence, broken only by the ticking of the clock, and from a room below, the sound of children chanting their multiplication table in unison.