“You are not to be trusted,” said Clifton.
“Mathter Louis, you won't be going and making mithchief?” said the girl.
“If he does,” ejaculated Harris, “I'll—”
What he would do Louis never heard, for he had by this time freed himself from the basket and run away, followed more leisurely by Clifton.
“I am sure,” he said, when Clifton rejoined him, “that Sally Simmons ought not to be employed here; she is always doing forbidden things for the boys.”
“If you know of any thing wrong in her, why don't you tell Dr. Wilkinson?” said Charles.
“The next thing I know of, I shall. But I should get the boys into such a scrape,” said Louis.
“If they are bad boys they deserve it,” replied Clifton; “my father says, if we conceal evil, when we may remove it by mentioning it, we make ourselves partners in it.”
“The boys would call me a sneak if I did,” said Louis.
Charles looked at Louis in simple wonderment. “That wouldn't hinder you from doing what is right, would it? What does it matter what such fellows as those think or say?”