“Don’t you let him loose now, little girl,” said the fellow, getting up hurriedly, and eyeing the angry dog askance.
“Oh, no, sir. We’re going visiting up the road. Come away, Prince. I won’t let him touch you,” she assured the man.
The latter seemed rather doubtful of her ability to hold the dog long, and he hobbled away towards the schoolhouse. Prince really objected to leaving the vicinity, and Carolyn May scolded him all the way up the road to Freda’s house.
Carolyn May had a very pleasant call—Freda’s mother even approved of Prince—and it was an hour before the two started for home. In sight of the schoolhouse Prince gave evidence again of excitement.
“I wonder what is the matter with you now,” Carolyn May began, when suddenly she sighted what had evidently so disturbed the dog.
A man was crouching under one of the schoolhouse windows, bobbing up now and then to peer in. It was the man whom they had previously seen beside the road.
“Hush, Prince!” whispered little Carolyn May, holding the dog by the collar.
She, too, could see through the open window. Miss Minnie was still at her desk. She had finished correcting the pupils’ papers. Now she had her bag open and was counting the money Mr. Brady had given her.
“O-o-oh!” breathed Carolyn May, clinging to the eager dog’s collar.
The man at the window suddenly left his position and slipped around to the door. In a moment he appeared in the schoolroom before the startled teacher.