Having opened the doors, the boys came back.
Tasia took her hands away from Jimbo saying,
“Seek, Jimbo! Seek! Seek!”
The dog rushed around the room looking under the tables, smelling in the corners and by the chairs and when Tasia whistled, he came back to her.
“Now listen, Jimbo,” she instructed him, “and this is very important. I want you to tell me what you think of this schoolroom. If you don’t approve, bow your head.”
She firmly accentuated the word ‘bow’ and Jimbo instantly put his head down between his front paws.
“I agree with him and because Jimbo thinks it is a poor idea for you to stay here, we will all go down to the first floor.”
Both boys were staring at her as if they could not believe what was happening.
“I have already spoken about it to Mr. Seymour, but I want
