So I’ll take my hat and go.
“School is dismissed,” said the schoolmaster, “I have no time to-day to hear lessons.”
Guy went down a narrow lane, or passage, it seemed, as it was carpeted; he saw a little boy crying.
“What’s the matter?” said Guy.
“I have no time to tell you,” he said.
“Oh, rubbish,” said Guy; “make time.”
The boy looked up in surprise.
“Why that is what they used to say to me before I came down here. But I am not clever, and I cannot make anything, not even time.”
Guy was disgusted.