“Yes, I have. You haven’t written to father, have you, to thank him for what you got?”
“No; I am going to write to-morrow.”
“And then when to-morrow comes you’ll say the same, and the same next day. There never was such a fellow for putting off things.”
“Well, you needn’t talk,” cried Singh. “You haven’t written to the Colonel to say you have got yours.”
“No,” said Glyn firmly; “but I am going to write this evening.”
“No, you are not. Come on down town with me. I want to go to the old shop. Do come, there’s a good chap! I hate going alone.”
“Why?”
“Because if I go alone I always see so many things I want to buy, and then I go on buying, and my allowance doesn’t last out till next time.”
“Nonsense! What difference would it make if I came with you? You’d be just as bad,” cried Glyn.
“Oh no, I shouldn’t. When you are with me you always keep on interfering and stopping me; and then the money lasts out twice as well.”