"I know something--I mean some one--I deserve, whom I am afraid I won't get."
"Sooner or later we all get our deserts," said Bessie, wisely.
"I want her for more than dessert," he answered. "For three meals of love a day and a light lunch in the evening."
"It is time to dismiss school."
"I am not sorry for that; send the darlings home."
"And another thing, Tom Moore, you must never come here again during school hours. It is impossible to control the children when you are around."
Moore laughed.
"You had them nicely controlled when I arrived, didn't you?" said he. "Oh, well, I'll come later and stay longer. Dismiss them."
Bessie rang the bell, and school broke up for the day immediately.
Chapter Four