"I was whispering; so he told the truth."
"It was mean to blow on a fellow, though."
"The master asked him if I whispered to him; of course he ought not to lie about it. But he told of you at the same time."
"I know it; but I wouldn't have licked him on my own account."
"Perhaps you wouldn't."
"I know I wouldn't. But, I say, Bobby, where do you buy your books?"
"At Mr. Bayard's, in Washington Street."
"He will sell them to me at the same price—won't he?"
"I don't know."
"When are you going again?"