"Oh, yes, they will, Dick! So come along. The bell is nearly done ringing. Come, won't you?"
"No; I'm going out to the woods,"
"Come, Richard, come! That will be playing truant."
"No; I've made my mind up not to go to school to-day."
"You'll be sorry for it, Dick, if you do stay away from school."
"Why will I?" said the boy, quickly. "Are you going to tell?"
"If I should be asked about you, I will not tell a lie; but I don't suppose any one will inquire of me."
"Then why will I be sorry?"
"You'll be sorry when you're a man."
Richard White laughed aloud at the idea of his being sorry when he became a man, for having neglected his school when a boy.