Mr. Folsom was standing in front of the fireplace in the hall, watch in hand, when they entered.
“Ha!” he said. “A close shave, Grey. It is thirty seconds past nine. Where are the others?”
“On the slide, sir. May I call them? I—I guess they don’t know how late it is.”
“No,” said Mr. Folsom, grimly, snapping his watch shut, “I will attend to them myself.”
“Gee,” whispered Lanny as the teacher went in search of his hat and coat, “that means house bounds to-morrow morning for all of them! My, won’t they be peeved!”
“O joy! O glee!” cried Kid. “We’ll have the slide to ourselves!”