So I think it will pass off much better if you don't allow the students to see that they have annoyed you." "Why?
Do the students _want_ to annoy me ?" demanded Mr.Cantwell, in another angry undertone.
"I wouldn't say that," replied Mr.Drake.

"But, if the young men discover that you are easily teased, they are sufficiently mischief-loving to try other jokes on you." "Then a good friend of theirs would advise them not to do so," replied Mr.Cantwell, with a snap of his jaws.
That closed the matter for the time being.

The first recitation period of the morning had been lost, but now the students, most of them finding difficulty in suppressing their chuckles, were sent to the various class rooms.
Before recess came, the principal having a period free from class work, silently escaped from the building, carrying the thirty-six hundred pennies to the bank.

As that number of pennies weighs something more than twenty-three pounds, the load was not a light one.
"I have a big lot of pennies here that I want to deposit," he explained to the receiving teller.
"How many ?" asked the teller.
"Thirty-six hundred," replied Mr.Cantwell.
"Are they counted and done up into rolls of fifty, with your name on each roll ?" asked the teller.
"Why---er---no," stammered the principal.

"They're just loose---in bulk, I mean." "Then I'm very sorry, Mr.Cantwell, but we can't receive them in that shape, sir.