Miss Jones jumped up, and, with little cries of distress, pursued Hamlet, who hastened into his favourite corner and began to worry the spectacle-case, with one eye on Miss Jones and one on his spoils.
Jeremy hurried up crying: "Put it down, Hamlet, naughty dog, naughty dog," and Mary and Helen laughed with frantic delight.
At last Miss Jones, her face red and her hair in disorder, rescued her property and returned to the table, Hamlet meanwhile wagging his tail, panting and watching for a further game.
"I can't possibly," said Miss Jones, "allow that dog in here during lesson hours.

It's impossible." "Oh, but Miss Jones--" began Jeremy.
"Not one word," said she, "let us have no more of this.

Lead him from the room, Jeremy!" "But, Miss Jones, he must be here.

He's learning too.

In a day or two he'll be as good as anything, really he will.