“Running away doesn’t help,” replied Gerald’s father dryly. “The troubles can always run faster than you can. Next time, son, you hold your ground and fight it out.”
“Yes, sir, I will next time,” answered Gerald. “I—I know better now.”
“Well, that’s something. I don’t see but what you’ve been learning a good many things—beside algebra.”
“Yes, sir,” said Gerald meekly. Dan smiled as he caught the twinkle in Mr. Pennimore’s eye.
“I suppose you’re doing pretty good work in algebra now, son?”
“I expect to get C plus, sir,” said Gerald eagerly.
“C; hm; that’s the highest mark, is it?”
“N-no, sir, you can get a B—sometimes.”
“How about an A?”
Gerald shook his head decidedly. “Not from Kilts, sir. They say he never gave anyone an A but once and then it was a mistake.”