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XII. A Jonah Day
Anneknewthatshehadmadeherselfridiculousandthattheincidentwouldbelaughedoverthatnightatascoreoftea-tables,buttheknowledgeonlyangeredherfurther.Inacalmermoodshecouldhavecarriedoffthesituationwithalaughbutnowthatwasimpossible;sosheignoreditinicydisdain.
WhenAnnereturnedtotheschoolafterdinnerallthechildrenwereasusualintheirseatsandeveryfacewasbentstudiouslyoveradeskexceptAnthonyPye’s.HepeeredacrosshisbookatAnne,hisblackeyessparklingwithcuriosityandmockery.Annetwitchedopenthedrawerofherdeskinsearchofchalkandunderherveryhandalivelymousesprangoutofthedrawer,scamperedoverthedesk,andleapedtothefloor.
Annescreamedandsprangback,asifithadbeenasnake,andAnthonyPyelaughedaloud.
Thenasilencefell...averycreepy,uncomfortablesilence.AnnettaBellwasoftwomindswhethertogointohystericsagainornot,especiallyasshedidn’tknowjustwherethemousehadgone.Butshedecidednotto.Whocouldtakeanycomfortoutofhystericswithateachersowhite-facedandsoblazing-eyedstandingbeforeone?
“Whoputthatmouseinmydesk?”saidAnne.HervoicewasquitelowbutitmadeashivergoupanddownPaulIrving’sspine.JoeSloanecaughthereye,feltresponsiblefromthecrownofhisheadtothesoleofhisfeet,butstutteredoutwildly,
“N...n...notm...m...met...t...teacher,n...n...notm...m...me.”
AnnepaidnoattentiontothewretchedJoseph.
