strumming on a banjo must be stopped. Master Day, were you sitting in the window?"
"I—er—I think I was," stammered Sam.
"You are aware that is against the rules. If you fell out, the Hall management would be held re sponsible. After school to-morrow you can write the words, 'Window-sill,' two hundred times. Hamilton, get up, and straighten out that cot properly. I am ashamed of you." And then the hated teacher passed on to the next dormitory.
"I told you to get out of the window," said Macklin, as soon as they were alone. "I was caught that way myself once, and so was Gus Plum."
"Lazy is going to learn how to write a little better, too," said Dave, with a grin. At that moment Roger came in, looking thoroughly disgusted.
"Made me write half of it over again," he explained. "Oh, it's simply unbearable! Say, I am going to do something to get square, as sure as eggs is eggs."
"Eggs are eggs," corrected Polly Vane, sweetly.
"Oh, thanks, Polly. What about a tailor's goose?"
"Eh?"
"If one tailor's goose is a goose, what are half a dozen?"
"Tailor's geese, I suppose—but, no, you'd not
