The
floor was swimming in milk. Luckily the dictionary had fallen
clear of it, and so escaped.
"Is this the way you study?" demanded Frank, as sternly as his
sense of the ludicrous plight in which he found Pomp would
permit.
For once Pomp's ready wit deserted him. He had nothing to say.
"Go out and wash yourself."
Pomp came back rather shamefaced, his face restored to its
original color.
"Now, where is your book?"
Pomp looked about him, but, as he took good care not to look
where he knew his book to be, of course he did not find it.
"I 'clare, Mass' Frank, it done lost," he at length asserted.
"How can it be lost when you had it only a few minutes ago?"
"I dunno," answered Pomp stolidly.
"Have you been out of the room?"
Pomp answered in the negative.
"Then it must be somewhere here."
Frank went quietly to the corner of the room and took therefrom a
stick.
"Now, Pomp," he said, "I will give you just two minutes to find
the book in. If you don't find it, I shall have to give you a
whipping.
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