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It seeh it was really only a fewherself, sprang to open doors and s and let out the gas and sirls carry the unconscious Prillie into the porch, where Barbara Shaw, in an agony of desire to be useful, poured a pailful of half frozen water over Prillie's face and shoulders before anyone could stop her

It was a full hour before quiet was restoredbut it was a quiet that ht be felt Everybody realized that even the explosion had not cleared the teacher's mental atmosphere Nobody, except Anthony Pye, dared whisper a word Ned Clay accidentally squeaked his pencil while working a suht Anne's eye and wished the floor would open and s hih a continent with a speed that rammar class were parsed and analyzed within an inch of their lives Chester Sloane, spelling "odoriferous" with two f's, was race of it, either in this world or that which is to come

Anne knew that she had hed over that night at a score of tea-tables, but the knowledge only angered her further In a calh but now that was inored it in icy disdain

When Anne returned to the school after dinner all the children were as usual in their seats and every face was bent studiously over a desk except Anthony Pye's He peered across his book at Anne, his black eyes sparkling with curiosity and mockery Anne twitched open the drawer of her desk in search of chalk and under her very hand a livelyout of the drawer, scampered over the desk, and leaped to the floor

Anne screa back, as if it had been a snake, and Anthony Pye laughed aloud

Then a silence fella very creepy, uncoo into hysterics again or not, especially as she didn't know just where the one But she decided not to Who could take any comfort out of hysterics with a teacher so white-faced and so blazing-eyed standing before one?

"Who put that mouse in my desk?" said Anne Her voice was quite low but it 's spine Joe Sloane caught her eye, felt responsible from the crown of his head to the sole of his feet, but stuttered out wildly, "Nnnot mmme ttteacher, n