Suddenly she squirmed. Dorothy was nearest her and asked if she could help her.
“It’s the lizard!” the instructor declared. “He has gotten out of my bag and is just now crawling up my arm, inside my sleeve to my collar bone!”
“Mercy!” exclaimed Dorothy instinctively! “Do you suppose we can catch him?”
“If you do not,” said Miss Cummings, “I shall have a spasm of nerves. I have heard of fleas, but a lizard——!”
Her remarks were cut short by the necessity for tracing the progress of the reptile. He was just under her left arm now.
“We will have to take your waist off,” said Tavia, overjoyed at the prospect.
“Do it quickly,” begged the teacher. “The thing is eating my cuticle.”
“Which part is that?” asked Tavia, as if she didn’t know.
They sat the teacher on a tree stump, and it did seem as if more girls wanted to help get that lizard than could possibly handle just one woman.
“Here it is!” shouted Cologne, grabbing something small and soft.