"I didn't suppose they'd start so soon," I said "I'm sure there's no need of any hurry."
"I'm not going with them," said Rectus, putting a lonely shirt into a trunk that he had bought. "I'm going home with you."
I was so surprised at this that I just stared at him.
"What do you mean?" said I.
"Mean?" said he. "Why, just what I say. Do you suppose I'd go off with them, and let you straggle up home by yourself? Not any for me, thank you. And besides, I thought you were to take charge of me. How would you look going back and saying you'd turned me over to another party?"
"YOU'RE A REGULAR YOUNG TRUMP."
"You thought I was to take charge of you, did you?" I cried. "Well, you're a long time saying so. You never admitted that before."
"I had better sense than that," said Rectus, with a grin. "But I don't mind saying so now, as we're pretty near through with our travels. But father told me expressly that I was to consider myself in your charge."
"You young rascal!" said I. "And he thought that you understood it so well that there was no need of saying much to me about it. All that he said expressly to me was about taking care of your money. But I tell you what it is, Rectus, you're a regular young trump to give up that trip, and go along with me."