“I wanted to make up long ago, Toby,” he whispered, “but—but I was just a plain, rotten brute.”
Toby shook his head vehemently, but Arnold wouldn’t have it.
“Yes, I was, chum! A regular brute. Frank told me so a dozen times. But—but it’s all right now, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” answered Toby happily. “It’s all right!”
From the direction of the gymnasium came another long cheer: “Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah! Tucker!”
Toby, hearing, smiled contentedly. “I guess,” he murmured, “most everything comes out all right if you’ll just let it!”
THE END
BY RALPH HENRY BARBOUR