“Got up late, I suppose?” said Andy.
“No, I didn’t. I don’t think I shall go to the academy any more.”
“Why not?” inquired Andy, considerably surprised.
“Dr. Euclid’s an old fogy.”
“Dr. Euclid is an excellent teacher,” said Andy, warmly.
“He don’t know how to treat a gentleman,” said Herbert.
“How do you make that out?”
“I’ll tell you. He ought to have given you a thrashing for insulting me,” said Herbert, darting a look of anger and hostility at his schoolfellow.
“Oh, that’s what you mean!” said Andy, laughing. “I don’t think that would be treating a gentleman properly.”
“Do you mean yourself?” demanded Herbert.