Presently Harold asked: “Why aren’t you coming to-morrow?”
“Because we haven’t been getting on very well, Harold. I thought it might be a good idea for us to stop for a couple of days and think it over; see whether we want to go on with it or not, you know. If we decide that we do, we’ll start all over again Monday and do the thing right.”
“Humph!” muttered Harold. “What did you tell my mother?”
“Oh, just that I wasn’t willing to go on and take her money without accomplishing something,” replied Dick cheerfully. “I told her you could study as well as your brother if you wanted to——”
“She’s always beefing about Loring!” grumbled the boy.
“And that if you didn’t want to there wasn’t much use in my coming. Well, I’ll cut through here for the car. I’ll see you Monday, Harold.”
“What about Saturday?” asked the other. “You said——”
“Of course! Look me up, and bring your score-book.”
“Haven’t any.”
“You can get one at Wadsworth’s, on Common Street. Or I’ll buy one for you, if you like.”