Miss Cardrew flung out some books and papers from the desk.

It was too late; they were dripping, and drenched, and black.

The teacher quietly wiped some spots of ink from her pretty blue merino, and there was an awful silence.
"Girls," said Miss Cardrew then, in her grave, stern way, "who did this ?" Nobody answered.
"Who put that cat in my desk ?" repeated Miss Cardrew.
It was perfectly still.

Gypsy's cheeks were scarlet.

Joy was looking carelessly about the room, scanning the faces of the girls, as if she were trying to find out who was the guilty one.
"It is highly probable that the cat tied herself into an apron, opened the desk and shut the cover down on herself," said Miss Cardrew; "we will look into this matter.