When, at eleven o’clock, Section A filed out of the schoolroom, Teddy hurried to catch up with Harry, who was walking a few steps ahead of him. “How about it?” he asked jocularly. He was not quite sure how Harry had taken his lapse from good conduct.
“How about what?” retorted Harry, purposely dense.
“Wh-y—er—school,” beamed Teddy. “It wasn’t so bad, after all.”
“Oh, no, school wasn’t bad,” flung back Harry with unmistakable emphasis.
Teddy grinned cheerfully. “Well, it wasn’t your fault, anyway. You told me not to call people names. I’m much obliged to you for being on my side, though.”
“I wouldn’t have helped you at all if that boy had told the truth,” informed Harry calmly. “You got just what you deserved, a demerit. But it wasn’t fair in that Randall boy to say what he said.”
“Well, I’m not going to get any more demerits. Not unless I’m asleep and somebody steals my card and puts ’em there.”
“You’d never get any while you were asleep. That’s when you are really good,” was Harry’s sly comment.
Teddy’s grin grew broad again. “Some knock,” he murmured. “Well, here’s where I leave you. See you to-night.”