Couldn't we make the stove smoke, or put pepper in the desks, or--let me see." "Dress up something somehow," said Joy; "there's the poker." Gypsy shook her head.
"Delia Guest did that last term, 'n' the old thing--I mean the poker, not Delia--went flat down in the corner behind the stove--flat, just as Miss Melville was coming in, and lay there in the wood-pile, and nobody knew there was a single sign of a thing going on.

I guess you better believe Delia felt cheap!--hark! what's that ?" It was a faint miaow down in the yard.

The girls ran to the window and looked out.
"A kitten!" "The very thing!" "I'm going right down to get her." Down they ran, both of them, in a great hurry, and brought the creature up.

The poor thing was chilled, and hungry, and frightened.

They took her up to the stove, and Gypsy warmed her in her apron, and Joy fed her with cookies from her lunch-basket, till she curled her head under her paws with a merry purr, all ready for a nap, and evidently without the slightest suspicion that Gypsy's lap was not foreordained, and created for her especial habitation as long as she might choose to remain there.
"Joy," said Gypsy, suddenly, "I've thought of something." "So have I." "To dress her----" "Up in a handkerchief." "And things." "I know it." "And put her----" "Yes! into Miss Cardrew's desk!" "Won't it be just----" "Splendid! Hurry up!" They "hurried up" in good earnest, choking down their laughter so that nobody downstairs might hear it.