The punishment was moodily received, and the governor went back to the closet. Charlie and Wort were soon consigned to the same spot for disobedience. Pip was noisily moving about.
“Say,” whispered Sid, “Be good, and take your seat properly.”
“Take your seat properly!” he then roared.
“Pip, you may read about the ‘Caravan,’ on the fifth page. Take Wort’s book.”
“Jutht thee—” began Pip.
“Juggie and Tony, you may both go into the closet for giggling,” sharply interposed the teacher. “Go now!”
There were now five boys inside the closet, five restless immortals with ten restless legs and ten restless arms.
“Read, Pip, about the caravan.”
“Jutht thee, the wild beathth—”
In harmony with this thought came a loud roar from the closet.