“I am the Geography; in my pages are maps of all countries. Who will give you permission to look?” It was the largest book of all that asked this question.
The pupils stared opened-eyed over the desk at the teacher’s empty chair. They saw nothing but a sunbeam coming in through the window—full of particles of shining dust.
“There must be somebody hiding,” spoke up one boy who could stand the strain no longer.
“I am going to see,” said another boy braver than the rest.
Getting up, he looked behind the desk and in the closet, but nothing was to be seen, not even a mouse.
“Let us go out and look for the teacher,” he cried. With one accord they ran pell-mell out the door into the playground.
An automobile was coming up the road at top speed.
“Good morning, boys and girls,” the new teacher called, as the machine pulled up.
“Good morning, teacher,” they answered crowding about her.