"You are just and polite, at last," calmly observed he.
"What's in the glass, sir? Examine the glass."
"That is best done in the dish-water."
The professor was about to drink it when he saw the spittle.
"You did this, boy?"
"I was holding Mary's doll, professor," gasped Rodney.
"Was it you, girl?"
"I was holding Rodney's cat and your big black bottle, professor," slyly replied Mary.
"You, madam?"
"Be calm, professor. That is the compliments of your fine ladies, without whom schoolteaching would be unbearable."