Wort hesitated.
“Take this while you are thinking,” said Will, pressing into Wort’s hands an extra large piece of rose-pipe.
As he took it, Wort growled, “Sid began it.”
“But will you end it if Sid is willing to make up? You wont hold out?”
“N—n—o.”
“There is Sid!” said Charlie.
“Where?”
“Going along the lane, that boy with a blue cap on.”
“You two stay here, and tell Aunt Stanshy, Charlie, that I’ll be back soon to finish my breakfast,” and away went Will, without a hat, a cake of bread in one hand and a piece of cheese in the other.
“If that fellow isn’t the greatest! He would leave a funeral in just that way if the impulse took him,” declared Aunt Stanshy, watching him from the window, and secretly admiring him. “What a boy! He makes lots of trouble for me, O dear!”