“Good-by, Bobby,” they chorused.
Poor Bobby blushed violently, and the other children laughed.
“You shouldn’t talk like that,” Meg reproved 86 them as she piloted them down the hall. “You can’t holler out loud in school.”
“Isn’t it nice?” said Dot admiringly. “Oh, Meg, what’s this room?”
She had darted to the open door of the assembly hall and was peering in at the rows and rows of empty seats.
“Come on,” urged Meg. “Don’t snoop around like that, Dot. I’ll bet Bobby is mad ’cause you made everybody laugh at him.”
“’Twon’t hurt him,” declared Twaddles impishly. “Who’s that man in there, Meg?”
Meg glanced hurriedly into the office they were passing. The door was partly closed, but she could see a man speaking to Miss Wright.
“That’s the principal, Mr. Carter,” whispered Meg, her teeth almost chattering with fright. “I hope Miss Mason doesn’t tell him about her book.”
Miss Wright had heard the whispering and came to the door.