"You wouldn't get up the day before yesterday, although I called you twice."
"Well, I was to a sparring match the night before, and I was tired out."
"You should have stayed at home, Dick."
"Huh! you don't want a fellow to have any fun!" growled the boy.
"Oh, yes I do, but not the kind that is going to lose you your place. What do you intend to do, now?"
"Oh, I'll find something else to do," replied Ferris, in a careless fashion.
"I cannot support you in idleness, even if you are my dead sister's son," went on Mrs. Ricket. "You haven't paid me any board now in eight weeks."
"Only six, Aunt Amanda."
"No, it is eight. I have it on my account book. I don't see why you let it run, it is so little, only three dollars a week. That Carson pays me five, and he has not so good a room."
"There goes that Carson again," stormed Dick Ferris. "I don't want to hear a word more. He's a tramp and a thief and you'll be sorry you took him in before a great while."