The little dog had slept all night, but when morning came he wanted to
go out for a romp. Patricia tied him to the leg of the bed, gave him
some breakfast and sat on the floor beside him to stop him if he began
to bark.

Thus far he had been very quiet, only softly growling, and stopping that
when Patricia held up her finger and told him he must "keep still."

"Why do we have to review?" Patricia said as Arabella took up a book.

"The idea of looking into my history to see when Virginia was settled at
Jamestown when any one _knows_ it was in fourteen ninety-two!"

"O my, Patricia! That's wrong," Arabella said, "That's when Columbus
discovered America."

"Well, for goodness' sake! Couldn't he have landed in Virginia, and
settled it at the same time?" demanded Patricia. She was desperately
angry, but Arabella persisted.

"Don't you _know_, Patricia, it _couldn't_ have been settled in fourteen
ninety-two?"

"Oh, don't bother me about that!" said Patricia, and Arabella, peering
at her through her goggles decided that it would be wise to do no more
correcting.

"I don't think Miss Fenler is fair," said Patricia, "for she marked my
history paper only forty-two, and I just _know_ it ought to have been
higher than that. And my spelling she marked only thirty-eight last
month, and all because I put an r in water, spelling it 'warter,' and
I'm sure that's not bad."

"You put two t's in it, too," said Arabella.

"I will again if I want to," snapped Patricia.

"There's the breakfast-bell. He's sure to bark while we're down-stairs,"
Arabella said. She hoped that he would, so that he might be given other
quarters. He looked up as the door closed, and was about to bark when he
saw one of Arabella's slippers, and grabbing it, retired under the bed
to chew it.

It was a rule that the maids should make the beds, and put the rooms in
order while the pupils were at breakfast, and on that morning it fell to
Maggie's share of the work to care for the only room now occupied.

She was a good-natured Irish girl, and she entered the room singing:

"'Now, Rory, be aisy, don't tase me no more,
'Tis the--'"

"Och, murther! Murther! There's a man under the bed, an' he grabbed me
by me shoe,--oh! oh!"

Down-stairs she ran, screaming all the way, declaring that there was a
man up-stairs, and calling for some one brave enough to "dhrive him
out."

Her terror was very real, and Marcus was called in to oust the intruder.