The Carpet-Bicycle It was Monday morning, it was pouring with rain, and it was everyone’s first day back at St Barty’s Primary School after the Christmas holidays. That’s why Class Three were in a bad temper. Pandora Green had been rude to Melanie, so Melanie was crying (though Melanie always found something to cry about). Hamish Bigmore was trying to pick a quarrel with Thomas and Pete, the twins. And Mr Potter the head teacher was very cross because the new teacher for Class Three hadn’t turned up. ‘I can’t think where he is,’ he grumbled at Class Three. ‘He should have been here at nine o’clock for the beginning of school. And now it’s nearly ten, and I should be teaching Class Two. We’ll have to open the folding doors and let you share the lesson with them.’ Class Three groaned. They thought themselves very important people, and didn’t in the least want to share a lesson with Class Two, who were just babies. ‘Bother this thing,’ muttered Mr Potter, struggling with the folding doors that separated the classrooms.
