"Very well, tell me what you know?"
"A ra-ra-ra-ram got into your ro-ro-ro-room, and he kno-kno-kno-knocked you d-d-d-down!" went on the boy, who was the worst stutterer at Oak Hall.
"Ahem! I know that. Who put the ram in my room?"
"I d-d-d-d——"
"You did!" thundered the teacher. "How dare you do such a thing!"
"I d-d-d-d——"
"Carson, I am—er—amazed. What made you do it?"
"I d-d-d-didn't say I d-d-d-did it," spluttered poor Carson. "I said I d-d-d-didn't know."
"Oh!" Job Haskers' face fell, and he looked as sour as he could. "Sit down. Now, then, whoever knows who put that ram in my room last night, stand up."
Not a boy arose.