“The teacher is out just now. Won’t you have a chair?” said Bud
“A plaid dolman of the newest style, trimmed with fringe, fell nearly to her knees, and she wore a wide black beaver hat with a thick veil and glasses. She walked with mincing steps to the door, daintily holding up her long black riding skirt. Just inside she turned to Bud.
“‘Are you the teacher?’ she asked softly.
“‘No, ma’am,’ Bud said politely, ‘the teacher is out just now. Won’t you have a chair?’
“The lady sat down at the teacher’s desk and began to fumble with her veil. One of the girls came forward and deftly removed the pins that held it in place. The veil slipped off, and there sat Truman dressed in sister Belle’s new clothes! There were shouts and shouts of laughter in which even Bud was forced to join. He came forward and offered Truman his hand.
“‘You beat,’ he said. He never made any more trouble and we had a good school the rest of the winter.
“See who gets to sleep first and we’ll have another story real, real soon.”