“The Principal desires to see Tobias Tucker in the School Office Saturday at 9 A. M.
Respectfully,
J. T. Thompson, Secretary.”
That is what the card said.
Toby said: “Gee!”
CHAPTER XVIII
IN THE OFFICE
“Ah, Tucker,” greeted Doctor Collins the next morning. “Sit down, please.” Toby lowered himself carefully to the edge of a leather-seated chair at the end of the big flat-topped desk and clutched his cap desperately. The Principal laid aside the letter he had been reading and swung around in his chair until he faced the visitor. “How are you getting on, my boy?” he asked, gravely pleasant.
Toby took courage. Perhaps things weren’t going to be as bad as he had feared. “All right, sir, thanks,” he answered.