“I know, but—I’m sorry, John. I was a little beast. You ought to have kicked me. Why didn’t you?”
“Did think of it,” laughed John, “but concluded I’d better not try it on.”
“And—well—you’re sure it’s all right now, John?”
“All serene, Phil.” He rumpled the other’s hair. “Get well, eh?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll be back after recess, feeling fine. We’ll have a good time this spring; there’s no place like Cambridge in spring, Phil.”
“I wish you were going to be here next year,” mourned Phillip.
“So do I. But you’ll have David; I’m going to make him guardian in my place. Besides, I’ve got a plan—but I’ll tell you about that later. So long.”
“Good-by. I wish you’d come to-morrow!”
“I will. Thunder! here’s Miss Davis!”