“I tell you I can’t go,” he muttered again.
CHAPTER V
ANOTHER SCHOOLROOM
“Charles Black!” ejaculated Miss Mason, “what do you mean by this nonsense? You can’t go to the blackboard, and you can’t go downstairs. Are you sick? Why can’t you go?”
Charlie half rose from his seat, then sank back.
“I’m stuck fast!” he wailed. “It’s the taffy.”
The class began to laugh.
“That will do,” Miss Mason checked them. “Where did you get this taffy, Charles?”