ut, as he sopped a wet towel to his injured nose. "Dick Prescott doesn't need any guardian. He can look out for himself!"
"Wasn't it awful?" repeated a girl's voice out in the schoolroom.
"No," replied her companion. "I don't think it was. After what he did it served him just right!"
"I'm getting the usual sympathy that is awarded to the vanquished," smiled Old Dut to himself. "That's Laura Bentley's voice. She didn't laugh when I was having my innings with Dick. She flushed up and looked indignant."
Before Old Dut felt that he was in shape to present himself, all of the eight grades had received seven minutes' additional recess.
A BRUSH ON THE STREET
By the time that the noon dismissal bell rang the