"You're a fool to stand it, Billy."
"I won't stand it again—so there!"
"There, that's real Injun grit," said Fred, approvingly; "stick to it."
"Father thinks children are foolish; he hates to hear 'em talk," pursued Willy; "and then, when you don't talk, he says you're sulky."
"Well, if you go off he won't get a chance to say it again."
"O, but you see, Fred—"
"Pshaw! you darsn't!"
"Now, you're not the one to call me a coward, Fred Chase."
"Well, if you dars, then come on."
Willy did not answer. He was deliberating; and I wish you to understand that in a case like this "the child that deliberates is lost."