"I didn't."

"No trifling, young man. Come this way," and collaring the refractory
Rick, Sid led him into the closet. The governor was not to be wholly
suppressed, and kept protruding a red pug-nose into very plain sight.

"Teacher," called out Wort, "I see a red sugar-plum sticking out."

"Richard, come this way. You're looking out."

"No, sir; it was my nose."

"Hold out your hand. If you flinch, sir, you will receive another."

The punishment was moodily received, and the governor went back to the
closet. Charlie and Wort were soon consigned to the same spot for
disobedience. Pip was noisily moving about.

"Say," whispered Sid, "Be good, and take your seat properly."

"Take your seat properly!" he then roared.

"Pip, you may read about the 'Caravan,' on the fifth page. Take Wort's
book."

"Jutht thee--" began Pip.

"Juggie and Tony, you may both go into the closet for giggling," sharply
interposed the teacher. "Go now!"