“What are you doing—crawling on the floor there—Theresa?” demanded Miss Grimsby, sharply.
“I—I was reaching for this pencil, please, Teacher,” said Tess, holding up her prize.
“Bring it here instantly! If you can’t keep your pencils in their proper place in your desk, you must lose them.”
“Oh, but please, Miss Grimsby! It isn’t my pencil,” gasped Tess.
“Then, what are you doing with it?” demanded the teacher, severely.
“Oh, Teacher!” almost sobbed Tess.
“Bring that pencil here!”
“But it is Etta’s!” Tess, in desperation, cried.
“How came it on the floor?”
“She dropped it, Teacher.”