“Did you tip over a bottle of ink in there?”
“I didn’t mean to, but I did,” said Mary.
“Well, never mind; it was an accident. I am very sorry, Bob, I suspected you of hiding the truth, and kept you in.”
“It’s good you did, the way things have turned out, isn’t it now, Miss Williams?” laughed Bob.
“I shall tell the scholars that I was in the wrong,” said the teacher.
“Oh, you’re never much in the wrong,” said Bob, gallantly. “All the fellows know you’re always fair and good to us.”
“Thank you, Bob.”
“Come on. Let us run,” spoke Mary, and Bob let her take his hand. “Remember, now, I’m to have some of those fine silk patches?”
“I am sure my mother will give them to you, Mary,” replied Bob.
Some of the Burr crowd hooted and jeered as they saw Bob with Simple Mary. Sammy ran after him, and Bob explained matters to his chum.