And so it was. The janitor had shut off some of the water in the broken
pipes, and he was going about from room to room to see how much damage
had been done. He walked up to the desk inside of which the Monkey and
Doll had been placed.

"Well, I do declare!" exclaimed the janitor, and the Monkey and the Doll
heard him. "There's ink running out of the drawer of the teacher's desk!
Ink running out of her desk, and water running out of the broken pipes!
Sure the school had bad luck to-day! But I must see about this ink. It
may spoil everything in the drawer. The bottle must have been upset and
the cork came out when the teacher and children were running around
after the pipes burst."

The Monkey turned away from the keyhole and looked at the bottle of ink.
Surely enough, it lay on its side, and the cork was out. A stream of
black liquid was running out of the bottle, dripping down through a
crack in the teacher's desk.

"Oh, do you suppose you did that?" asked the Doll in a whisper of the
Monkey.

"I--I guess maybe I did," he answered. "After I dipped my tail in the
ink and marked your face, maybe I didn't put the cork back in tightly
enough. And when I jumped around, to see what all the racket was about,
I must have knocked the bottle over."

The janitor opened the lid of the desk, at the same time saying:

"I'd better take the teacher's things out and keep them for her until
morning. What with the ink and water, everything may be spoiled."