"Girls, girls! What is the reason that you are not down in the dining hall?" Miss Pomeroy, stately, majestic and stern, stood unannounced in the doorway.
"She won't let me have a drawer to put my things in," began the girl with curly hair and the handsome face.
"That's a lie!" screamed Tabitha, bouncing to her feet and dancing up and down in furious passion.
"Tabitha Catt! I am surprised at you!" exclaimed the principal, looking sorrowfully at the angry child. "Chrystobel, what is all this racket about?"
"I put my things in the dresser, and she said I had taken her drawer and couldn't have it."
"She did take my drawer—"
"Tabitha, I am talking to Chrystobel now."
"She took both big drawers and—"
"Tabitha!"
"Expected me to have just those two little ones in the top—"