“No; but I say, Ydoll, did he?”
“Something of the kind. He said it was getting time for me to be thinking of something else beside tops and marbles.”
“Well, so we do. Whoever thinks about tops and marbles now? Why, I haven’t touched such a thing for two years.”
“So I suppose you and I will have to part,” continued Gwyn.
Joe glanced at him sidewise.
“It’s no use for us to be companions if it means always getting into scapes at home.”
Joe began to whistle. His face became perfectly smooth, and he watched his companion, as he picked away at the crystal, while Gwyn looked puzzled.
“I say, you’ll break the point of your knife directly,” said Joe.
“Well, suppose I do?”
“Be a pity. It’s a good knife.”