“All right. When do we have supper?”
“Half-past six.” Tubby looked at his watch. “It’s twenty minutes after. Say, have you got any kind of a clock?”
Dan shook his head.
“Well, we need one,” continued Tubby. “If you’re thinking of adding anything to the furnishing of this palatial abode a clock’s the thing to get.”
“I see. Are you allowed to have furniture of your own?”
“You can have an easy chair if you like,” said Tubby. “Maybe you’d better get one. I usually use the window-seat and it only holds one comfortably.”
Dan stifled a smile.
“I guess we can take turns at it,” he answered quietly. He began to wash in preparation of supper. Tubby stared scowlingly at his back.
“What class are you in?” he asked presently.
“Don’t know yet; Third, I hope.”