Polly looked for a full minute, then she closed the door, and hurried over to her room.
When she got back to her seat, Lois whispered:
"See anything of Maud?"
"She's giving a dog a bath in the faculty's corridor," Polly answered, struggling to keep back the laughter.
"Poll!" Lois' jaw dropped, "I don't believe it," she said.
Polly knew that all the teachers would go to the reception hall for coffee before going back to their rooms. So the minute the lecture was over she called Betty and Lois. "Come with me, quick," she said, hurriedly, and led them back to the faculty corridor. The splashing had stopped. She opened the door.
"Jemima! What under the sun—" Betty and Lois could hardly believe their eyes.
Maud was still on her knees, but the dog was out of the tub; he stood shivering on the blue mat, while she rubbed him vigorously with a towel. She was not at all surprised to see the girls.
"Isn't he an old dear?" she asked, casually. "I found him out by the stables to-night when I was taking a walk. He needed a scrub most awfully."
Polly started to explain, thought better of it, and turned to Betty. The events that followed were swift and purposeful.