“Crabtree has turned miller!” whispered Stuffer.
“Doesn’t he make a fine-looking statue?” came from Dale.
“Boys! boys! be quiet!” stormed Josiah Crabtree. “This is—ker-chew! outrageous! I demand to know who—ker-chew—ker-chew!”
“Anybody ker-chew around here?” asked Pepper, calmly.
“Who did this?” fairly yelled the teacher. “Who did it, I say?”
“The flour,” whispered Jack, and this made some of the boys snicker.
“Ruddy, what did you say?” demanded Josiah Crabtree.
“I said the flour did it,” answered Jack.
“Really! you are a monument of wisdom,” said the teacher, sarcastically. “You may remain after school.”
The teacher shut up the flour-covered desk and brushed himself off with a whisk-broom.