Mr. Buckman opened his desk in Room B in School Hall and stared in amazement. It was the first recitation and the class in geometry watched interestedly. The instructor held forth a white rabbit in each hand. "Who put these in here?" he demanded sternly. There was no answer. The class was smiling broadly, but Mr. Buckman's expression prohibited the laughter they longed to indulge in. "It was a very funny joke," continued Mr. Buckman scathingly, "only, unfortunately, one of the rabbits has been stupid enough to die and so is unable to appreciate it. The other one appears to be on the point of dying. I presume that they belong to Miss Harriet. I fancy she will appreciate the joke heartily. I hope to be able to discover the perpetrator of the delicate jest, in which case he will undoubtedly get all the applause he desires." Mr. Buckman bore the rabbits out of the room and the class, much soberer, looked questioningly about and whispered inquiries. But everyone professed ignorance on the subject. "Ought to have his head punched, whoever he is," growled Chub to Roy. And the latter heartily agreed. When the class was dismissed Harry was waiting, with a white face and blazing eyes, in the corridor. She made for Roy instantly. "They're both dead," she cried, "and I hope you're satisfied. Of all nasty, mean things to do, Roy Porter, that's the very meanest! I should think you'd be ashamed of yourself! I should think you'd be ashamed to look at me!" "I don't know anything about it," protested Roy earnestly. "I'm awfully sorry, Harry, honest!" "Do you think I believe that?" demanded Harry, brushing aside the tears that would leak out in spite of her. "You did it to get even with me, I know you did! I don't care what you do to me, but it was cowardly to kill my poor rabbits!" "Harry, I give you my word--!" "I don't want your word! I wouldn't believe you, Roy Porter! You're a mean, contemptible thing!" "Oh, very well," said Roy angrily, walking away. "You can think whatever you like; I don't care!" But he did care, nevertheless. After dinner he spent a few minutes in the office, but his straightforward denial convinced Doctor Emery of his innocence. The affair remained a mystery, although Chub professed to have no doubts in the matter. "Nobody but Horace would think of such a thing," he asserted. "And if Harry had any sense she'd know it." But Harry was apparently firmly convinced of Roy's guilt and all he received from that young lady during the next week was black looks.