H. Irving Hancock
Published: 2013-08-09
Total Pages: 104
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"Master Prescott, what are you doing?" The voice of Mr. E. Dutton Jones rasped out rather sharply, jarring on the generally studious air of the eighth-grade room of the Central Grammar School. "What were you doing, Master Prescott?" repeated the stern voice of the principal. Dick Prescott had glanced up, somewhat startled and confused. By this time every boy's and girl's eyes had turned away from text-books toward Dick Prescott. "I was whispering, sir," confessed Dick. "Oh, was that all?" demanded the somewhat ironical voice of Mr. E. Dutton Jones, more commonly known as "Old Dut." "Yes, sir." "To whom were you whispering?" "To Master Hazelton." "If I am intruding on no confidences, what were you whispering about?" continued Old Dut. "I--" began Dick, and then his face turned still more red under the curious gaze of some fifty boys and girls. "I was telling Master Hazelton a funny story." "Do you think it was very funny?" inquired Old Dut. "The story? Yes, sir."