He had not noticed the blackboard at all, for Twaddles had fixed him with such a fascinating stare the moment he entered the room that he had not been able to see any one else at first.
“Do these small children come to school?” he asked. “Why are they here, then? And aren’t you the boy I stopped from fighting only last week?”
“Ye-s, sir,” answered Bobby. “We’re going now. My sister had to come back for her books.”
“There must be no loitering about the building after school hours,” said the committeeman sternly. “I’ll speak to Miss Wright. When you have finished your school work, you are to go home immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” murmured the four little Blossoms, the twins joining in.
“Then go,” ordered Mr. Hornbeck majestically.
The four were very glad to go, and they lost no time in getting out of the building.
“My, I’m glad you rubbed that out, Meg!” 110 said Bobby gratefully. “Just suppose he had seen it!”
“What would he do?” clamored Twaddles. “Keep you in?”
“He might expel me,” Bobby informed him gloomily. “Going to school is no joke, Twaddles. Is it, Meg?”