"Never mind."
Dinner was sent up in the course of half an hour, and the two boys enjoyed it.
"Are you still attending school, Frank?" asked Fred.
"Yes."
"I should like to, but poor boys like me have to work for a living."
"If you won't tell I will let you into a secret."
"What is it?"
"I am writing a long story. I want to be an author some time. I've written twenty chapters already."
"You must be smart," said Fred in surprise. "Why, I couldn't write as much in a whole year."
"Of course I can't tell whether it is good for anything, but some time I mean to write well."