“You may get rid of the pigs yourself, as far as I am concerned,” she said, distinctly. “We are not in the habit of being accused of things at Glenwood Hall without there being some evidence against us.”
She whirled around and went to her seat. Miss Olaine fairly screamed after her: “Come back here, Miss Saucebox, and get rid of these pigs.”
“They’re not my pigs,” said Dorothy, resuming her seat, coolly.
“They’re Jake Bensell’s pigs, Miss Olaine,” piped up one of the girls from a back seat.
“Run and get Mr. Bensell at once,” commanded the teacher. “I’ll get to the bottom of this——”
She almost pitched out of the chair then, and all the pigs ran out of the closet again and gamboled about the platform. Miss Olaine was held prisoner in her chair—“like a statue of Liberty defying the lightning” Tavia whispered to Edna.
“She’s an awfully funny statue,” giggled Ned. “But you’ve got Liberty and Ajax mixed, Tavia.”
Miss Olaine would not allow any of the other girls to help her after Dorothy had retreated. She waited impatiently until the girl who had run for Jake Bensell returned with the farmer in tow.
“Is your name Bensell?” demanded Miss Olaine from her perch on the chair.
“Yes, ma’am!” admitted Jake.