"I should think you'd better speak for yourself," was the half-surly remark of Perry.
"Miss Wynn talked solemn to-day, didn't she?" broke in Willy.
"Yes, and you made a baby of yourself," said Perry, who seemed disposed to say hateful things.
Sensitive little Willy flushed and drew back, but Duncan McNair flashed out, saying—
"I tell you what it is, Perry Morse, I'd rather be a baby than a stone; and another thing, I don't think it is very good manners to be gazing about, or winking at somebody across the aisle, while Miss Wynn is talking."
"Nobody asked for your opinion upon good manners," retorted Perry.
"Come," said Herbert. "There will be a quarrel here, if we don't look-out."
"All your fault," growled Perry. "We should have been half-way home, if you had not been so slow."
Herbert gathered up his books as if about to start. A small box marked "Willing Workers" attracted Arthur's attention.
"Is that your class name?" he asked.