“I thought he looked knowing.”
“Yes; he thinks he is very sharp. However, I shan’t trouble myself much about what reports he puts in circulation. It won’t affect me particularly, as I am going away so soon.”
“I am safe enough,” said Walter.
“How do you make that out?”
“I mean that I am too young to give countenance to any such reports.”
“I am not sure about that. You look older than you are.”
“How much older?” asked Walter, who liked to be considered above his real age.
“I have seen boys of seventeen--I beg pardon, I should say young men to a teacher in prospective--who looked no older than you.”
“I saw false mustaches advertised in some paper the other day for seventy-five cents. Don’t you think it would be well to provide myself with one?”
“There might be a little danger of its slipping off some day, and that might prove awkward, you know.”