18 THE ROMANCE OF RUNNIBEDE
on outside was something Ted and I couldn’t under- stand....It seemed to us that the Governor, mother and the governess hadn't an ounce of sense between them, so far as our interests were concerned! And on this day Ted and I were on pins and needles.
‘‘Ted Winchester!’’ said big Mary, ‘‘you’ve not done a thing for th’ last hour but stare and glare out the window. If you don’t pay attention and Hsten to what I’m saying, Ell tell your father on you when he returns—it’s no use telling your mother, she won’t believe anything about you.”
“T can’t look at you, teacher,’’ Ted said to her, hanging his lip, ‘‘without seein’ the back of Zulu’s head! And Ted’s big honest eyes rolled round in their sockets as if they had broken loose.
“Vou can see over his head very well, if you want to, for he’s smaller than yon, and he’s sitting on a lower seat.’’
‘'¥es,’? Ted admitted, ‘‘but there’s a great big flea on him, teacher.”’
That was something Mary Rumble wasn’t pre- pared far.
‘CA what?’’ she said, crossing the floor to investi- gate Adu,
‘There isn’t, Miss Rumble, don’t you believe him,’ from Dorothy, who took a delight in helping mother every morning to bath the nigger kids and keep them clean, “‘It’s grasshopper eggs they've been putting in his hair.’’
As that tmeriminated me, I invented a charge agaiust Tar-pot, who wag sitting frout, and aceused him of ‘‘smelling like a dead snake,’’ and holding
