It was quite still.

She read two verses more.
"Mi-aow! mi-aow-aow!" Miss Cardrew looked up again, round the room, over the platform, under the desk, everywhere but _in_ it.
"Girls, did any of you make that sound ?" Nobody had.

Miss Cardrew began to read again.

All at once Joy pulled Gypsy's sleeve.
"Just look there!" "Where ?" "Trickling down the outside of the desk!" "You don't suppose she's upset the----" "Ink-bottle--yes." Miss Cardrew was in the tenth verse, and the room was very still.

Right into the stillness there broke again a distinct, prolonged, dolorous-- "Mi-aow-_aow_!" And this time Miss Cardrew laid down her Bible and lifted the desk-cover.
It is reported in school to this day that Miss Cardrew jumped.
Out flew the kitten, like popped corn from a shovel, glared over the desk in the nightcap and black apron, leaped down, and flew, all dripping with ink, down the aisle, out of the door, and bouncing downstairs like an India-rubber ball.
Delia Guest and one or two of the other girls screamed.