"I thought you'd forgot all about it," replied the boy, his face brightening.
He had spoken to his teacher about this plan, and Mr. Scott had answered, "Yes, something of the sort may be done, but if I were in your place I wouldn't be in a hurry about it," and so the matter had been left.
Now Mr. Scott looked thoughtfully about the room, saying, "You must find this far more comfortable than the room you had before. Don't you sleep better here, Theo?"
"Oh, yes, I don't feel so tired in the morning."
"No, because you have the windows here and can have better air; but, Theo, do you realise how it would be if you should use this for a club-room? Some of the boys would be here every evening, and you'd have to have lights burning, and by the time you were ready to go to bed, the room would be very hot and stuffy--full of bad air. Besides you would have to be here all the time. You couldn't trust such boys in your room alone."
Theodore thought of Carrots, and his face was grave and disturbed as he answered, slowly, "'Spect you're right, Mr. Scott, but I do hate to give up the plan."
"Perhaps we won't give it up, only change it a little. Have you ever been in the large front room, upstairs?"
Theodore shook his head, with a look of surprise, that his teacher should know anything about the rooms upstairs.
Mr. Scott added, "Well then, suppose you come up with me now, and take a look at it. I have the key."
Wondering much, the boy followed his teacher up the stairs to a large room with two windows on each side.