The girls ran over the desks, and looked into the desks, jumped over the settees, and knocked down the settees, put out the fire and built it up again, from the pure luxury of doing what they wanted to, in a place where they usually had to do what they didn't want to.
They sat in Miss Cardrew's chair, and peeped into her desk; they ate apples and snapped peanut shells on the very platform where sat the spectacled and ogre-eyed committee on examination days; they drew all manner of pictures of funny old women without any head, and old men without any feet, on the awful blackboard, and played "tag" round the globes.

Then they stopped for want of breath.
"I wish there were something to do," sighed Gypsy; "something real splendid and funny." "I knew a girl once, and she drew a picture of the teacher on the board in green chalk," suggested Joy; "only she lost her recess for a whole week after it." "That wouldn't do.

Besides, pictures are too common; everybody does those.

Boys put pins in the seats, and cut off the legs of the teacher's chair, and all that.

I don't know as I care to tumble Miss Cardrew over--wouldn't she look funny, though!--'cause mother wouldn't like it.