“You look out of sorts.”
“Oh, I’ve just had a fight with a boy in the berry pasture.”
“I hope you didn’t hurt him much,” said Congreve, smiling.
“No; but I’d like to,” replied Philip, spitefully.
“Who is the villain?”
“Harry Gilbert, a low, impudent upstart.”
“Yes, I know; used to be in the grocery store, didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“What’s he done now?”
“Oh, it’s too long a story to tell. He was impudent to me, that’s all. I would like to annoy him in some way.”