“Thank you, dear,” said she. “Where is papa?”
“Oh, he is in the line, and the Highmore swell and all.”
“Mr. Richard Bassett?”
“Air, his kid is out on the loose, as well as ours.”
“Oh, Reginald, if they should quarrel!”
“Why, our governor can lick him, can't he?”
CHAPTER XL.
“OH, don't talk so. I wouldn't for all the world they should quarrel.”
“Well, we have got enough fellows to part them if they do.”