But Walter advanced, smiling cordially.
“Good-morning, Peter,” he said.
“Morning,” muttered Peter.
“I suppose you are on your way to school. I am glad to have your company.”
“Are you?” asked Peter, superciliously, walking unwillingly by the side of his victor.
Walter saw his feelings, and was resolved to change them, if possible.
“You mustn’t bear a grudge against me, Peter, for our little difficulty yesterday.”
“You wouldn’t have thrown me, if you hadn’t known how to box,” said Peter.
“No, I don’t believe I should,” said Walter, frankly. “You are pretty strong, Peter.”
“I thought I was strong as you,” said Peter, thawing a little.