<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2>
<h3>NAN'S PLEA</h3>
<p>Bert's heart sank when he saw that it was the school principal who held
him by the collar. He remembered what Nan had said about fighting and
being expelled.</p>
<p>"It was Bert Bobbsey's fault," blustered Danny, wiping his bleeding nose
on his sleeve.</p>
<p>"No, it wasn't," answered Bert quickly. "It was his fault."</p>
<p>"I say it was your fault!" shouted Danny. "He started the fight, Mr.
Tetlow."</p>
<p>"He struck first," went on Bert undauntedly.</p>
<p>"He caught me by the arm and wouldn't let me go," came from Danny.</p>
<p>"I told him to keep still," explained Bert. "He was calling, 'Afraid of
a ghost!' at me and I don't like it. And he said my sister Nan was
afraid of it, too."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_161" id="Page_161"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Both of you march up to my office," said Mr. Tetlow sternly. "And
remain there until I come."</p>
<p>"My nose is bleeding," whined Danny.</p>
<p>"You may go and wash your nose first," said the principal.</p>
<p>With a heart that was exceedingly heavy Bert entered the school and made
his way to the principal's office. No one was there, and he sank on a
chair in a corner. He heard the bells ring and heard the pupils enter
the school and go to their various classrooms.</p>
<p>"If I am sent home, what will mamma and papa say?" he thought dismally.
He had never yet been sent home for misconduct, and the very idea filled
him with nameless dread.</p>
<p>His eye hurt him not a little, but to this he just then paid no
attention. He was wondering what Mr. Tetlow would have to say when he
came.</p>
<p>Presently the door opened and Danny shuffled in, a wet and bloody
handkerchief held to his nose. He sat down on the opposite side of the
office, and for several minutes nothing was said by either of the boys.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_162" id="Page_162"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I suppose you are going to try to get me into trouble," said Danny at
length.</p>
<p>"You're trying to get me into trouble," returned Bert. "I didn't start
the quarrel, and you know it."</p>
<p>"I don't know nothing of the kind, Bert Bobbsey! If you say I started
the fight—I'll—I'll—tell something more about you."</p>
<p>"Really?"</p>
<p>"Yes, really."</p>
<p>"What can you tell?"</p>
<p>"You know well enough. Mr. Ringley hasn't forgotten about his broken
window."</p>
<p>"Well, you broke that, I didn't."</p>
<p>"Humph! maybe I can prove that you broke it."</p>
<p>"Danny Rugg, what do you mean?" exclaimed Bert. "You know I had nothing
to do with that broken window."</p>
<p>The big boy was about to say something more in reply when Mr. Tetlow
entered the office.</p>
<p>"Boys," said he abruptly, "this is a disgraceful affair. I thought both
of you knew better than to fight. It is setting a very bad <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_163" id="Page_163"></SPAN></span>example to
the rest of the scholars. I shall have to punish you both severely."</p>
<p>Mr. Tetlow paused and Bert's heart leaped into his throat. What if he
should be expelled? The very thought of it made him shiver.</p>
<p>"I have made a number of inquiries of the other pupils, and I find that
you, Danny, started the quarrel. You raised the cry of 'Afraid of a
ghost!' when you had no right to do so, and when Bert caught you by the
arm and told you to stop you struck him. Is this true?"</p>
<p>"I—I—he hit me in the chin. I told him to let me go."</p>
<p>"He struck me first, Mr. Tetlow," put in Bert. "I am sure all of the
boys will say the same."</p>
<p>"Hem! Bert, you can go to your classroom. I will talk to you after
school this afternoon."</p>
<p>Somewhat relieved Bert left the office and walked to the classroom,
where the other pupils eyed him curiously. It was hard work to put his
mind on his lessons, but he did his best, for he did not wish to miss in
any of them and thus make matters worse.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_164" id="Page_164"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"What did the principal do?" whispered the boy who sat next to him.</p>
<p>"Hasn't done anything yet," whispered Bert in return.</p>
<p>"It was Danny's fault," went on the boy. "We'll stick by you."</p>
<p>At noontime Bert walked home with Nan, feeling very much downcast.</p>
<p>"Oh, Bert, what made you fight?" said his twin sister. "I told you not
to."</p>
<p>"I couldn't help it, Nan. He told everybody that you were afraid of the
ghost."</p>
<p>"And what is Mr. Tetlow going to do?"</p>
<p>"I don't know. He told me to stay in after school this afternoon, as he
wanted to talk with me."</p>
<p>"If he expels you, mamma will never get over it."</p>
<p>"I know that, Nan. But—but—I couldn't stand it to have him yelling
out, 'Afraid of a ghost!'"</p>
<p>After that Nan said but little. But her thoughts were busy, and by the
time they were returning to the school her mind was fully made up.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_165" id="Page_165"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>To all of the school children the principal's office was a place that
usually filled them with awe. Rarely did anybody go there excepting when
sent by a teacher because of some infringements of the rules.</p>
<p>Nan went to school early that afternoon, and as soon as she had left
Bert and the two younger twins, she marched bravely to Mr. Tetlow's
office and knocked on the door.</p>
<p>"Come in," said the principal, who was at his desk looking over some
school reports.</p>
<p>"If you please, Mr. Tetlow, I came to see you about my brother, Bert
Bobbsey," began Nan.</p>
<p>Mr. Tetlow looked at her kindly, for he half expected what was coming.</p>
<p>"What is it, Nan?" he asked.</p>
<p>"I—I—oh, Mr. Tetlow, won't you please let Bert off this time? He only
did it because Danny said such things about me; said I was afraid of the
ghost, and made all the boys call out that we had a ghost at our house.
I—I—think, somehow, that I ought to be punished if he is."</p>
<p>There, it was out, and Nan felt the better for <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_166" id="Page_166"></SPAN></span>it. Her deep brown eyes
looked squarely into the eyes of the principal.</p>
<p>In spite of himself Mr. Tetlow was compelled to smile. He knew something
of how the Bobbsey twins were devoted to each other.</p>
<p>"So you think you ought to be punished," he said slowly.</p>
<p>"Yes, if Bert is, for you see, he did it mostly for me."</p>
<p>"You are a brave sister to come in his behalf, Nan. I shall not punish
him very severely."</p>
<p>"Oh, thank you for saying that, Mr. Tetlow."</p>
<p>"It was very wrong for him to fight——"</p>
<p>"Yes, I told him that."</p>
<p>"But Danny Rugg did wrong to provoke him. I sincerely trust that both
boys forgive each other for what was done. Now you can go."</p>
<p>With a lighter heart Nan left the office. She felt that Bert would not
be expelled. And he was not. Instead, Mr. Tetlow made him stay in an
hour after school each day that week and write on his slate the
sentence, "Fighting is <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_167" id="Page_167"></SPAN></span>wrong," a hundred times. Danny was also kept in
and was made to write the sentence just twice as many times. Then Mr.
Tetlow made the two boys shake hands and promise to do better in the
future.</p>
<p>The punishment was nothing to what Bert had expected, and he stayed in
after school willingly. But Danny was very sulky and plotted all manner
of evil things against the Bobbseys.</p>
<p>"He is a very bad boy," said Nan. "If I were you, Bert, I'd have nothing
more to do with him."</p>
<p>"I don't intend to have anything to do with him," answered her twin
brother. "But, Nan, what do you think he meant when he said he'd make
trouble about Mr. Ringley's broken window? Do you imagine he'll tell Mr.
Ringley I broke it?"</p>
<p>"How would he dare, when he broke it himself?" burst out Nan.</p>
<p>"I'm sure I don't know. But if he did, what do you suppose Mr. Ringley
would do?"</p>
<p>"I'm sure I don't know," came helplessly <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_168" id="Page_168"></SPAN></span>from Nan. "You can't prove
that Danny did it, can you?"</p>
<p>"No."</p>
<p>"It's too bad. I wish the window hadn't been broken."</p>
<p>"So do I," said Bert; and there the talk came to an end, for there
seemed nothing more to say.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_169" id="Page_169"></SPAN></span></p>
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