"Who broke that glass?" he asked, and his voice was rather harsh.
"I—I did—with my top," spoke up Russ, but his voice trembled a little.
"Well, you'll have to pay for it!" went on the janitor, for such he was. "I've told you boys to keep away from here spinning your tops, and yet you will come! Now you've got to pay for it!"
"I never spun my top here before," said Russ.
"And I didn't either," added Laddie.
"That's right, Mr. Quinn," put in Tom, who seemed to know the janitor. "I brought 'em here. It's part my fault."
"Hum!" said the janitor. "This is something new, to have boys own up to it when they break windows, and not run away. Who did you say was going to pay for the glass?" he asked. "It'll cost about a dollar. Lucky for you Mr. Tanzy wasn't at home. It's in his parlor you broke the window, and he's awful cross."
Russ had thought the janitor himself was cross, at first, but now he did not think so, for the dusty man smiled.
"I'm going to pay for the glass—I am, and my brother," Russ went on. "I broke it."
"Have you got the money with you?" asked Mr. Quinn, the janitor.