“It is as bad—it’s worse!” stormed the unreasonable teacher. “I am not going to permit it.”
To this the second assistant teacher said nothing.
“Boys, who did this?” demanded Josiah Crabtree, eyeing the assembled crowd with great severity. “Answer me at once.”
“Didn’t you say it was a burglar?” asked Andy, meekly.
“I thought he called out thieves,” came from Stuffer.
“I—er—I may have done that, but I am now satisfied somebody has been playing tricks,” said Josiah Crabtree. “I intend to discover the offender and punish him severely.”
“Mr. Crabtree, I didn’t do it, I assure you,” piped in Mumps.
“No, Mumpsy dear wouldn’t do such a wicked thing,” came from a student in the rear, and this caused a snicker.
“I demand to know what has been done with the bedclothing,” resumed the irate teacher.
“Hullo, who has Mr. Crabtree’s bedclothes?” sang out Andy. “Come, don’t all speak at once.”