“I took it,” admitted Charlie sullenly. “I was sitting on it to keep till after school, and it’s melted.”
Miss Mason sat down at her desk.
“The dismissal bell will ring in a few minutes,” she observed. “As usual, we shall have no afternoon school the first day. All those I have asked to remain will stay of course. I won’t have to ask you to stay after the session, 46 Charles. You haven’t much choice in the matter. We’ll discuss this more fully later.”
“My, I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes!” said Bobby, as he and Meg walked home. “Aren’t you hungry, Meg?”
“Starved,” agreed Meg. “What do you suppose the twins have been doing all the morning?”
As a matter of fact, the twins had been busy. The moment Bobby and Meg left they began to play school.
“I’ll be the teacher,” declared Twaddles, “and I want a lot of scholars. Get the dolls, Dot, and Philip and Annabel Lee.”
“And the crayons,” suggested Dot. “Where’ll we play?”
“In the sitting room,” decided Twaddles. “There’s more chairs.”
Dot collected Geraldine and another of her dolls, Totty-Fay, and Meg’s doll, Mary Maud, and trotted out to the garage to get Philip and the cat, Annabel Lee. When she returned with these pets, Twaddles had the chairs drawn up in two rows and the dolls already in their places. 47