“What day?” demanded Teddy Burke, with a purposely blank expression. “To-day’s nothin’ but Thursday.”
“You know very well what day I mean,” smiled Harry. “To-day is the day we go to school.”
“Don’t you s’pose I know it?” grumbled Teddy. “What made you tell me about it? I was trying to forget it.”
Harry laughed. “Oh, forget you’ve a grudge against school. Maybe it won’t be so bad as you think.”
“Cheer up. The worst is yet to come,” grinned Teddy.
“Exactly; only the worst may turn out to be the best. You never can tell.”
“No, you can’t. That’s right. If I’d known that this store had a school I’d have beat it out of here pretty quick,” retorted Teddy.
“I believe you told me that yesterday, and the day before that, which was our first day in the store,” reminded Harry, his eyes twinkling.
Teddy made no reply. They had by this time reached the men’s entrance to the store and the red-haired boy’s eyes roved about, taking in everything from the row of time-keepers seated behind their high desks to a dilapidated glove that someone had dropped on the floor.