The school shivered in ecstatic horror, every fascinated eye upon him; yet there was not a soul in the room but was profoundly grateful to him for the sensation--including the offended teacher herself.

Unhappily, all this gratitude was unconscious and altogether different from the kind which, results in testimonials and loving-cups.

On the contrary! "Penrod Schofield!" He gulped.
"Answer me at once! Why did you speak to me like that ?" "I was----" He choked, unable to continue.
"Speak out!" "I was just--thinking," he managed to stammer.
"That will not do," she returned sharply.

"I wish to know immediately why you spoke as you did." The stricken Penrod answered helplessly: "Because I was just thinking." Upon the very rack he could have offered no ampler truthful explanation.
It was all he knew about it.
"Thinking what ?" "Just thinking." Miss Spence's expression gave evidence that her power of self-restraint was undergoing a remarkable test.

However, after taking counsel with herself, she commanded: "Come here!" He shuffled forward, and she placed a chair upon the platform near her own.
"Sit there!" Then (but not at all as if nothing had happened), she continued the lesson in arithmetic.