So it did not seem very likely that Johnny's generous disclosure would cost him very dear, at present at least. But how to get away from Felix was still a question; although sitting around, and seeing him whittle, and hearing him fret about his ankle, was not very delightful employment. He had proposed, too, that, as soon as he finished the deck, Johnny should assist him in writing an advertisement to have put in the paper, in case Clyde did not appear by the next day. Johnny finally took a book from the bookcase, and sat down to read.
"Bother your book!" said Felix. "Why don't you talk?"
"I don't see as there is any thing in particular to say."
"Who wants you to say any thing in particular? There! I've got that old deck done, I hope! What's your old book about?"
"It's about those boys and their one-acre farm."
"Haven't you read that about a thousand times before?"
"I have read it twice."
"And I don't believe it's fit to read half a time."
"If you want me to, I'll read a little of the first chapter aloud, so that you can see how you like it."
"Fire away, then! Only stop when I tell you to, for I know I can't stand much of it."