teacher; for they both start in looking for trouble. Bob said he didn't care, though,—that he could take care of himself, and he'd bet the teacher would have more trouble than he would.
"That makes it look as if things would be pretty lively in our room," said Bess.
"They sure will," said Bob. "I've always been to a woman-teacher before, and that sort of handicaps one; but I'll show Mr. Maxon a few things."
Bess leaned back against the pillar and looked at him with a little smile. "What's the use?" she said.
"Well, I'm going to show him that he can't run over me."
"How do you know he wants to?"
Bob hesitated. "Well, he can't," he said at last.
Bess bent forward, with er chin on her hand —and her face quite close to his, in the gloom, and a smile on her mouth. "Bob," she said, "you make yourself a lot of trouble, don't you?"
Bob threw back his head. "No," he said. "I have more fun than any other fellow in town. I do exactly as I please."
