“Oh, well, you could pay it back, you know. If you’d rather, you could give me a mortgage on your clothes,” he added, smiling.
“Then, if my money didn’t come, you might for-clothes,” laughed Jack.
“Running away from school seems to sharpen your wits,” said Anthony. “Have another egg? Won’t take a minute. Good; I like my guests to have appetites.”
“You’d have one yourself if you’d been hauled out of a nice, soft bed at half-past six!”
“Guess I would; but I wouldn’t make bad puns.”
Presently, while the egg was sputtering in the pan, Jack asked, with a trace of embarrassment:
“Did you—get that watch-charm?”
“Yes; much obliged,” was the answer. “Guess I’d better give it back now. Won’t need it to remember you by if you’re in the same hut with me, eh?”
“I—I’d rather you did keep it, though, and wear it, if you don’t mind. Did you put it on your chain?”