I did really get a little scared, especially because it was so long before Mr. Gorrisen came back.
"Run away!" said one.
"Hide under your desk," said another.
But there he was in the doorway and the Principal with him.
"What is all this, Inger Johanne?" said the Principal. "You are too big to be so wild now. You are not such a bad girl, but you are altogether too thoughtless and use no judgment."
"Yes," I said. I was so glad the Principal didn't scold any harder.
"Of course you will be marked for this in your report-book; and remember this," the Principal shook his finger at me threateningly, "it won't do for you to behave like this many times, Inger Johanne. You won't get off so easily again." But as he went out of the door I saw that he smiled. Yes, he did, really.
But Mother didn't smile when she saw the marks.
"Are you going to bring sorrow to your father and mother?" she said. And those beautiful brown eyes of hers looked sad and troubled.
Just think! It had never occurred to me that it would be a sorrow to Father and Mother for me to sing out loud in class. Oh, I was awfully, awfully disgusted with myself. I hung around Mother all the afternoon.