“I like it,” said Peter, significantly.
“I suppose you’re going to be a good boy, and mind all he says,” said John, desirous of making trouble for Walter.
“Not much,” said Peter.
“You ain’t going to rebel, are you?” inquired John, smiling encouragingly.
“That depends on how the teacher behaves. He ain’t going to order me round, and he’d better not try it,” said Peter, emphatically. “He’ll find he has waked up the wrong customer.”
“He don’t look as if he could manage you,” said John, glancing at Peter’s sturdy form. “I guess you’re as strong as he is.”
“Manage me!” repeated Peter, contemptuously. “I can lick him with one hand.”
“He may be stronger than he looks,” said John, artfully, bent on stirring up Peter to open rebellion.
“He don’t weigh as much as me, and I’ve got twice his muscle,” said Peter. “Why, I could keep school better than he.”
“I don’t think I should like to come to school to you, Peter,” said Alfred Clinton, laughing. “I’m afraid you’d break down on teaching fractions.”