“Oh, dear me, Tavia! That was a dreadful trick. How did you manage it?”
“Hist! cross your heart? Well, Sammy and I did it. But his father mustn’t know, for if he does Sammy says he’ll get ‘lambasted’—whatever that may be.”
“Well, I’m sorry you’re lonesome,” Dorothy said. “But Miss Olaine isn’t likely to pity you any on that score——”
A window was raised swiftly, and the teacher appeared. She must have been watching Dorothy from the office, and had come around here to this side of the building particularly to spy upon her.
“So!” she exclaimed. “You flaunt me, do you, Miss Dale? Didn’t I tell you to go to your class?”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied Dorothy. “And I was going——”
“But you will take your own time about it, eh?” snapped the lady. “You may come in here at once. And tell that other girl to close her window.”
Tavia made a dreadful face and slammed down her window. Of course, Miss Olaine could not see the grimace.
“Come in here to me at once,” repeated Miss Olaine, and Dorothy obeyed.
The teacher waited for her in the classroom. Dorothy had not felt so disturbed and angry with a teacher since she and Tavia were little girls and had got into trouble with Miss Ellis in the old Dalton public school!