My father says you are to call with the sleeve button, Dean Dunham, said Brandon Bates, in an imperious tone.
"Very well; I shall be happy to oblige him," answered Dean, with a smile. "I will call this evening if you think he will be at home."
"Yes, he will be at home. And, I say, you'd better tell him the truth."
"I always do. I judge from your caution that you don't."
"If you're going to talk to me, Dean Dunham," said Brandon, scowling, "you'd better be respectful."
"Then you must deserve my respect."
The colloquy was interrupted by the ringing of the school bell.
That evening Brandon Bates watched for the coming of Dean, being curious to learn where it was that he had found the sleeve button. He accompanied Dean into his father's private room, where Squire Bates was sitting at a writing-desk.
"Here's Dean Dunham, papa!" he said.