"Perhaps they do."
"But we fellows that have to mind what our fathers and mothers tell us are the losers by our obedience."
Frank smiled; he could not help doing so at the thought of one who had just been counselling him to disobedience making such a remark.
"I am quite sure I am contented."
"But don't you think the Bunkers have more fun than we do? Tim Bunker don't care any more about what his father says than he does about the fifth wheel of a coach, and he always seems to have a first-rate time."
"Appearances are deceitful," replied Frank with a sage smile. "Do you think we should enjoy ourselves up to our ankles in water on that raft?"
"The water wouldn't hurt us."
"Not so much as the disobedience, it is true; but I don't care much about such fun as that."
"Tim Bunker asked me to sail with him over to the island yesterday, and I had a great mind to go. If it had been any other fellow, I would."
"Your father told you not to go on the lake."