“Probably poor Crullers had the unquiet spirit when she saw it dash out,” Sue said. “But it really was funny, Polly. The dormitory girls told us about it. Crullers had the milk under her bed, and all at once the cat started to yowl awfully. Then Miss Murray heard it.”
Stony Smiled a Broad Welcome
“Her room’s right over the dormitory in that wing,” Ted put in, eagerly.
“Too bad,” Polly said, judicially, “but it’s Crullers all over. What did Miss Calvert do?”
“Paroled her on good behavior for a week, to report nightly to Miss Murray.”
“And she’s probably forgotten all about her parole, and broken it. I’ll find out when I take up the offering of shortcake to-night. Only I wish it were one of the regular teachers, because I don’t know Miss Murray very well.”
“Don’t you like our Bonnie Jean, Polly?” inquired Ted, happily. “She hasn’t distinction, of course—”
“Distinction! Ted Moore,” cried Sue, indignantly. “She hasn’t as much distinction as Buttercup, the Hall tabby. I don’t know why it is, but she never seems friendly to us girls. She’s so abrupt.”
Here the girls broke in with laughter at Sue, for surely if anyone at the Hall could be dubbed abrupt, it was Sue herself, who always thought out loud, and never knew by any chance what she was going to say next.