“I don’t wish you to say so, Wolfert.”
“Then I am satisfied; and I will try to be gentle while they abuse me.”
At this moment Waddie Wimpleton bolted into the room, without taking the trouble to announce himself beforehand.
“My father says you must come up and see him at once,” said the scion in his usual bullying and offensive tone.
“Where is he?” I asked, as quietly as I could speak, under the influence of my good mother’s lesson.
“At the house. Where do you suppose he is?” pouted Waddie. “And he says, if you don’t come, he’ll send a constable after you.”
“What does he want of me?”
“None of your business what he wants. All you’ve got to do is to go.”
“If I conclude to go, I will be there in a few moments,” I added.
“If you conclude to go!” exclaimed Waddie. “Well, that is cool! Do you mean to say you won’t go?”