“So you are in disgrace,” he said. “Never mind. Bill. It’ll all come out right. It is worth something to have punished that young bully. But what’s the matter, Bill? What makes you so pale?”
“I think it’s going without my dinner. The hard work makes me hungry.”
“Just wait a minute. I’ll be back in a jiffy!”
Dick was off like a shot. When he returned he brought with him two slices of bread and butter, a slice of cold meat and two apples.
“Eat ’em, Bill,” he said. “They’ll make you feel better.”
“Oh, Dick! I didn’t want to trouble you so much.”
“It was no trouble, old fellow.”
“What will your mother say to your taking all this?”
“She’ll be glad of it. She isn’t so mean as Mrs. Badger. I say, Bill, you must come over and take supper with us some time. There’s plenty to eat at our house.”
“I should like to, Dick, if Mr. Badger would let me.”