There were now five boys inside the closet, five restless immortals with
ten restless legs and ten restless arms.

"Read, Pip, about the caravan."

"Jutht thee, the wild beathth--"

In harmony with this thought came a loud roar from the closet.

"Now you've got to be better," said Sid, turning to the wild beasts, "or I
will resign and I won't teach."

"Let me be teacher," squeaked Pip.

The principal, though, did not resign; but, advancing to the closet or
cage door, was about to make an appeal to his infuriated caravan. They
anticipated him.

"Teacher, Charlie is pinching me."

"Ow! somebody's on my foot."

"There isn't room! I can't breathe!" declared a third.

"It is disgraceful, boys, how you act," said their aged teacher. "You
can't play school worth a cent. Pip, come here!"

The only scholar now on duty had disgraced himself by making up faces
behind his teacher's back, and as Sid suddenly turned, the culprit was