and when the roll was called all were ready to "face the music."
"Who knows anything about the proceedings of last night?" began Job Haskers, gazing around fiercely.
There was a pause, and then a rather dull boy named Carson arose.
"Great Cæsar! Is he going to blab on us?" murmured Phil.
"What have you got to say, Carson?" asked the teacher.
"I—I—I kn-know wh-what happened," stut tered Carson.
"Very well, tell me what you know?"
"A ra-ra-ra-ram got into your ro-ro-ro-room, and he kno-kno-kno-knocked you d-d-d-down!" went on the boy, who was the worst stutterer at Oak Hall.
"Ahem! I know that. Who put the ram in my room?"
"I d-d-d-d"
"You did!" thundered the teacher. "How dare you do such a thing!"
"I d-d-d-d"
"Carson, I am—er—amazed. What made you do it?"
"I d-d-d-didn't say I d-d-d-did it," spluttered poor Carson. "I said I d-d-d-didn't know."
"Oh!" Job Haskers' face fell, and he looked
