“What’s the matter?” laughed Roy.
“Why, he pretty near bit my finger off! ’Thuselah, you’re a hypocrite. After this when you want your old top-knot scratched you ask Roy; I’m through with you.”
“Did he hurt you much?” asked Harry anxiously.
“No,” said Dick, “he just nipped me.”
“Oh, that was just a love-nip,” said Chub. “That’s the way he shows his affection. He’s so fond of me that I have to keep away from him; I was getting all black-and-blue spots!”
“You’re a naughty ’Thuselah,” said Harry sternly. “For that you shall go to bed. Good-night.”
She let the piece of canvas fall over the front of the box. For a moment there was silence. Then came a subdued rustling followed by insulted mutterings:
“Well, I never did!” croaked Methuselah.
“Is the meeting over?” asked Chub. “Because I’ve got about two minutes to find my books and get to class.”