"Am I a swell?"
"Yes, you are."
"And he wouldn't like me?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Oh, just because he wouldn't; that's why. I'm going back now."
"Very well; Harrisbridge some other day, Raymond."
We turned the nags and walked them back toward the country road. Nell was puffing hard and Sultan was in a lather; he was a bit soft. Pretty soon Twigg said:
"I'm going in to town to-morrow, Raymond; want to come along?"
"Yes," I said. Dad never would let me go to the city more than once in six months.