“Now you’ve got to be better,” said Sid, turning to the wild beasts, “or I will resign and I won’t teach.”
“Let me be teacher,” squeaked Pip.
The principal, though, did not resign; but, advancing to the closet or cage door, was about to make an appeal to his infuriated caravan. They anticipated him.
“Teacher, Charlie is pinching me.”
“Ow! somebody’s on my foot.”
“There isn’t room! I can’t breathe!” declared a third.
“It is disgraceful, boys, how you act,” said their aged teacher. “You can’t play school worth a cent. Pip, come here!”
The only scholar now on duty had disgraced himself by making up faces behind his teacher’s back, and as Sid suddenly turned, the culprit was detected.
“Pip, hold out your hand. There, take that!”
“Ow! you hit too hard.”