“You would not have had him give in and do it! Never, Jock!”
“Why no, but he could have got off with a little chaff instead of coming out with his testimony like that, and so I’ve been telling him. So don’t you set him up again to think himself forty martyrs all in one, or there will be no living with him.”
“If all boys were like him.”
Jock made a sound of horror and disgust that made her laugh.
“He’s all very well,” added he in excuse; “but to think of all being like that. The world would be only one big muff.”
“But, Jock, what’s this about Bobus being paid for doing people’s exercises?”
“Bobus is a cute one,” said Jock.
“I thought he had more uprightness,” she sighed. “And you, Jock?”
“I should think not!” he laughed. “Nobody would trust me.”
“Is that the only reason?” she said, sadly, and he looked up in her face, squeezed her hand, and muttered—