"It's right over here." Mrs. Pangle led him to the back of the room, and stopped near the door going outside. "Here you are," she said pointing. "This is your cubby."
There, just as she had said, was his missing pencil box. He picked it up and held it, almost afraid that he might lose it again.
"My cubby?" he asked.
"That's right. See, right here, 'Baartock'." At the top of his cubby was a little card with marks on it. He thought they looked like the marks Mrs. Jackson had made on his pencil box. He looked at his box. The marks were just the same. "I fixed it for you while you were at lunch."
He remembered what Mrs. Jackson said that humans say when only one gives something. "Thank you," he said.
"You're welcome, Baartock. You shouldn't leave your things on the table, unless Mrs. Stogbuchner tells you to. It makes the room messy and you might lose something. Either put them in here, or in your drawer in the table."
He didn't to tell her that he wasn't going to lose his box again. He held on to it tightly. "And over here is where you can hang a coat," Mrs. Pangle said, pointing to some hooks in the wall. "This one is yours."
There were cards over each hook, and there was a mark on one that he recognized. That must be his hook.
"You'd better get back to your seat now. But I'll be here if you need help."
He went back to the table and found that someone had given him some sheets of paper with marks all over them. They didn't look like the ones he and Jason had used the crayons on before. And they weren't.