“Toboggans? By jiminy, that’s what I’ll ask the folks to get me for Christmas! Some day I’ll come down and have a look at them. Are you generally there after school?”
“Yes, unless they send me on an errand. I have to trot around a good deal.” Tom arose, still tightly clutching his hat. “I guess I’d better be going now,” he added.
“Oh, hold on! Don’t go yet. It isn’t late, is it?”
“It’s after nine,” said Tom.
“That’s early. And you don’t have to get home until you want to.”
“I—I’ve got some studying to do,” responded Tom. He really wanted to stay, but feared Mrs. Morris would think he was overdoing it.
“Well,” said Sidney regretfully, “if you have to! Will you take this other pair back or shall I send them to-morrow?”
“I’ll take them,” said Tom. “It’s no bother.”
“All right. Tell them to charge the other pair to my father, please. Thanks for bringing them. And say, what are you doing to-morrow night?”