“Nothing could quiet a happy crowd of kids like Mr. Holgren’s unannounced appearance – he loved superintending; he was made for it. So when he marched in that morning with a determined look on his face, we froze. Boys and girls recognize sinister as handily as dogs do. Here it was. My best guess now is he’d got it in his head to try “relating” to us – but when he produced a paper pilgrim’s hat from behind his back and put it on his own head, I think we all nearly bolted.”
