On the Fessor's Desk 41 



place in the world. It was a kind of 

 tiny house formed by the piles of papers 

 and I could just crawl into it through a 

 narrow place, and then I had room to 

 move around easily, and I knew no one 

 could find me. So I slipped off from 

 the desk on this particular day and 

 dodged into the box and hid myself. 

 Fessor didn't see where I went, and 

 pretty soon he began to wonder where 

 I was, for he looked all around and 

 went and peeked behind the desk and 

 on the book stand and other places 

 where I often "played hide," but of 

 course he could n't find me. I stood as 

 still all the time as a bird knows how, 

 and never let on that I knew he was 

 seeking for me; and so, after a while, 

 he gave up the search. 



And I didn't let him know where I 



