“For shame!” began Hazel severely. “I don’t yet know your name.”
“Straggalls, teacher,” burst out a chorus of voices. “Annie Straggalls.”
“Straggalls, I shall have to punish you if you do not walk properly. A great girl like you, and setting so bad an example.”
“Please, teacher, it wasn’t me,” began fat Ann Straggalls.
“It was you,” retorted Hazel; “I saw you laughing and behaving very badly.”
“But please, teacher, it was Feelier Potts kept tiddling of me—”
“Oh, what a wicked story, teacher.”
“Silence!” cried Hazel.
“Inside of my ’and, where there’s a ’ole in my glove, teacher.”
“’Strue as goodness I didn’t, teacher,” cried Feelier.