"That's just what my father thinks," returned Fred.
Whereupon the two boys were friends again, having got back to their one point of agreement.
"If I had a boy I wouldn't treat him so,—now I tell you," said Willy, clinching his little fists. "I'd let him have a good time when he's young."
"So'd I!"
"For when he's old he won't want to have a good time."
"That's so."
"And I wouldn't be stingy to him; I'd let him have all the money he could spend."
"So'd I," responded the ungrateful Fred, who had probably had more dollars given him to throw away than any other boy in the county.
"I'd treat a boy real well. I wouldn't make him work as tight as he could put in," pursued Willy, overcome with dreadful recollections.