"Well," he observed, cheerlessly.
Tommy sat down on the grass.
"I say, let's forget about all that," he said.
The pale boy puffed away in silence.
"Let's forget; you—you'd probably have whopped me, you know, if you'd done some boxing at our place. You've a much longer reach than me, an'—an' you got me an awful nasty hit in the chest, you know."
The pale boy looked at him gloomily.
"I don't profess to know much about fighting," he said, with some dignity. "I think it's jolly low."
For a few minutes they sat in silence, then,
"Where do you go to school?" asked Tommy.
"I don't go anywhere; I've got a tutor."