He leaped up, flushed and angry.
"Will the young---gentlemen---aid me in recovering the coins that went on the floor ?" he asked.
There was promptly a great scurrying and searching.

The principal surely felt harassed that morning.

It was ten minutes of nine when the last student had paid and had had his name checked off.
Mr.Cantwell was at the boiling point of wrath.
Just as the principal was putting the last of the coins into his satchel Mr.Drake leaned over to whisper: "May I make a suggestion, sir ?" "Certainly," replied the principal coldly.

"Yet I trust, Mr.Drake, that it won't be a suggestion for an easy way of accumulating more pennies than I already have." "I think, if I were you, sir, I should pay no heed to this joke-----" "Joke ?" hissed the principal under his breath.

"It's an outrage!" "But intended only as a piece of pleasantry, sir.