“I’m pretty well sure to see him this afternoon,” said Frank gloomily; “and if he questions me I can’t tell him a lie. What shall I say?”
“I’ll tell you,” said Andrew merrily.
“Yes? What?”
“Say nothing. He can’t make you speak.”
“Then he’ll be angry, and it will be fresh trouble for my mother.”
“I don’t believe he will be,” said Andrew. “Well, don’t spoil your breakfast about something which may never happen. Wait and see. The worst he could do would be to have you dismissed; and if he does he’ll dismiss me too, for I shan’t stop here, Frank, unless my father says I must.”