"Yes, I see it's ink. But why do you put it on your face and hands and apron?"
"I don't know, Miss Lawrence. You see, I was using it, and somehow it put itself all over me."
"What were you doing with it?" Miss Lawrence was really stern now, for she had advanced to Marjorie's desk, and noted the sponge and paper.
"Why, I was just making some white paper black."
"Marjorie, you have been extremely naughty. What possessed you to ink that large sheet of paper?"
"I wanted to be a witch," said Marjorie, so ruefully that Miss Lawrence had to laugh after all.
"You are one, my child. You needn't ever make any effort in that direction!"
"And so," went on Midget, cheered by Miss Lawrence's laughing face, "I thought I'd make me a witch's hat, to wear at recess. Truly, I wasn't going to put it on in school. But I had my lessons all done, and so——"
But by this time the whole class was in a gale.
The inky little girl, so earnestly explaining why she was inky, was a funny sight, indeed. And, as they laughed at her, some big tears of mortification rolled down her cheeks.