“You see, Will”—every body called the apothecary’s clerk Will—“we had a school and Sid kept it, and he licked the fellers, and they couldn’t stand it.”
“I see.”
“But I think Sid wanted to make up.”
“And it was easier for him to make up than for the boys who had got the lickings, was it?”
“I guess it was,” said Charlie, laughing.
“Too bad to be broken up!”
“Yes,” and Charlie’s laugh was turning to a cry.
“You didn’t think of the notice stuck up on the post, ‘No cross words?’”
“Why, no! I know I forgot all about it.”
“I don’t believe your teacher, Miss Barry, will be pleased to know of the quarrel, as she is a kind, good-natured lady, and makes folks kind to one another.”