We began to march round the schoolhouse, howling Yankee Doodle.

Our discordant noise drew a prompt response.

The door opened and Bear-Tone's huge form appeared.
"In about one harf of one minute more I'll be out there and give ye a lesson in Yankee Doodle!" he cried, laughing.

His tone sounded good-natured; yet for some reason none of us thought it best to renew the disturbance.
Most of the "goats" dispersed, but, not wishing to walk home alone, I hung round waiting for the others.

One window of the schoolroom had been raised, and through that I watched proceedings.