"I won't! You're bullies! Two against one isn't fair!"
"Thayer won't touch you. I'll attend to you alone and unaided, Dreer. Fair warning!"
"Keep away from me! You'd better! Don't you--"
Dreer picked himself up slowly from the sidewalk. There was a frightened look in his eyes.
"I don't see what you're doing this for," he half whimpered. "I haven't done anything to you."
"You spoke disrespectfully of the school, Dreer. I told you you mustn't. I'm terribly fond of the dear old school and it hurts me to hear it maligned. And then there's Durkin's violin, Dreer. Perhaps you haven't heard about that."
A gleam of comprehension flashed in the boy's face and he backed up against the fence. "I don't know anything about any violin," he muttered.
"Of course you don't, Dreer," replied Amy cheerfully. "I'm just telling you about it. Someone went into his room day before yesterday and smashed it. Isn't that a shame? You wouldn't do a thing like that, would you?"
"I didn't!" whined Dreer. "You haven't any right to blame me for it!"
"Who's blaming you for it? Perish the thought, Dreer! I'm just telling you about it."