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When
Anne
returned
to
the
school
after
dinner
all
the
children
were
as
usual
in
their
seats
and
every
face
was
bent
studiously
over
a
desk
except
Anthony
Pye
’
s
.
He
peered
across
his
book
at
Anne
,
his
black
eyes
sparkling
with
curiosity
and
mockery
.
Anne
twitched
open
the
drawer
of
her
desk
in
search
of
chalk
and
under
her
very
hand
a
lively
mouse
sprang
out
of
the
drawer
,
scampered
over
the
desk
,
and
leaped
to
the
floor
.
Anne
screamed
and
sprang
back
,
as
if
it
had
been
a
snake
,
and
Anthony
Pye
laughed
aloud
.
Then
a
silence
fell
.
.
.
a
very
creepy
,
uncomfortable
silence
.
Annetta
Bell
was
of
two
minds
whether
to
go
into
hysterics
again
or
not
,
especially
as
she
didn
’
t
know
just
where
the
mouse
had
gone
.
But
she
decided
not
to
.
Who
could
take
any
comfort
out
of
hysterics
with
a
teacher
so
white
-
faced
and
so
blazing
-
eyed
standing
before
one
?
“
Who
put
that
mouse
in
my
desk
?
”
said
Anne
.
Her
voice
was
quite
low
but
it
made
a
shiver
go
up
and
down
Paul
Irving
’
s
spine
.
Joe
Sloane
caught
her
eye
,
felt
responsible
from
the
crown
of
his
head
to
the
sole
of
his
feet
,
but
stuttered
out
wildly
,
“
N
.
.
.
n
.
.
.
not
m
.
.
.
m
.
.
.
me
t
.
.
.
t
.
.
.
teacher
,
n
.
.
.
n
.
.
.
not
m
.
.
.
m
.
.
.
me
.
”
Anne
paid
no
attention
to
the
wretched
Joseph
.
She
looked
at
Anthony
Pye
,
and
Anthony
Pye
looked
back
unabashed
and
unashamed
.
“
Anthony
,
was
it
you
?
”
“
Yes
,
it
was
,
”
said
Anthony
insolently
.
Anne
took
her
pointer
from
her
desk
.
It
was
a
long
,
heavy
hardwood
pointer
.
