"Don't hurry yourself; I can wait awhile," said Isaac.
"To-morrow will do as well for us," said Ned.
"Totus dexter!—all right!" said Isaac, as we left the box, and made room for him to enter.
Isaac had been studying the language only a fortnight, but was fond of using Latin expressions in talking to the boys. Yet he was very considerate about it, and always gave an immediate translation, as in the sentence just quoted.
As Ned and I walked away, I was the first to speak.
"Ned, I have an idea! That ball of ice would only stay on in winter."
"I suppose so," said Ned, a little gloomily.
"And nearly all the thunder-storms are in summer," said I.
"I'm afraid they are," said Ned. "And this invention isn't worth a cent. It's not any better than Fay's." And he tore up the paper, and threw the pieces into the gutter.
"Then what will you do with the fifteen dollars?" said I, after another pause.