CHAPTER IX
BOBBY IN TROUBLE
Miss Mason glanced at him oddly.
“That will do,” she said.
Then she proceeded to question the other boys. Palmer Davis admitted that he had been in the room during recess, to get a pencil, he said. And Henry Graham, a boy in the first grade, whispered shakily that he had come back for an apple he had left in his desk. Miss Mason was cross-examining Wilbert Peters, another boy, when the door was suddenly pushed open and an odd procession entered.
“Well, for pity’s sake!” ejaculated Meg aloud, then slapped a hasty hand to her mouth.
Philip, his tail wagging ingratiatingly, came first, carrying Totty-Fay in his mouth. Back of him marched the twins, Twaddles’ face shining with soap and water he had evidently applied himself, for it had dried in streaks, and Dot in a frock so stiffly starched that each separate ruffle stood out around her like a small platform. 84
“Hello!” grinned Twaddles, embarrassed now that he found so many eyes fixed on him.
Miss Mason looked surprised.
Philip marched up to the platform and put down the doll. Then he sat down, panting, his tail wagging furiously.