"I demand to know what was going on here!" he continued.
"Mr. Crabtree, did you speak to me?" asked Pepper, meekly.
"I spoke to you all!" thundered the teacher. "What were you doing in here?"
"I am dressing, Mr. Crabtree," answered Andy.
"I am dressing, Mr. Crabtree," came from Jack.
"I am dressing, too," put in Fred.
"And so was I dressing," said Stuffer, with a smile.
"And I was dressing," supplemented Pepper. "Come to think of it, I rather fancy we were all dressing. You see, we always do dress when we get up in the morning, Mr. Crabtree," he added with a simple smile.
"I want none of your impudence, Ditmore."
"Oh, dear, was I impudent?" murmured The Imp. "I didn't know it. I beg ten thousand pardons—yes, a million, if you'd rather, sir."