“It wouldn’t do him any harm,” muttered Philip.
“What a mean fellow you are, Philip! You ought to be satisfied with keeping him there all night.”
“I wish you wouldn’t call me names,” said Philip, pettishly.
“Don’t deserve them, then. Well, are you coming with me?’
“I don’t know; it’s a good ways,” said Philip, hesitating.
“Just as you like. I am going. I told the boy I would, and I mean to keep my promise.”
And James Congreve stepped off the piazza and started.
“Oh, well, I’ll go, too. I want to see how he looks,” said Philip, and began to laugh.
“Take care how you laugh at him there, Phil, or he may pitch into you.”
“You won’t let him, will you, James?” said Philip, apprehensively.