He nodded his head viciously, reflecting:
“This isn’t the last of it. The doctor is partial to that young beggar, but the doctor isn’t everybody. He’s responsible to the trustees, and my father is the most important one. He’ll find he’s made a mistake.”
Herbert was not at all improved in temper by a sharp reprimand from the doctor, when he came to recite his lesson, on the shabby character of his recitation.
When recess came, he stalked up to Andy, and said, menacingly:
“You look out, Andy Gordon! You’ll get into trouble before you know it!”
“Thank you for telling me!” said Andy, calmly. “What sort of trouble will I get into?”
“You think you’re all right because Dr. Euclid took your part this morning!” continued Herbert, not answering the question; “but that isn’t the end of the matter, by a long shot! The doctor isn’t so great a man as he thinks he is.”
“I never knew that he considered himself a great man,” answered Andy.
“Well, he does. He doesn’t know how to treat a gentleman.”
“Why don’t he?”