Moore turned to Bessie.
"What is that lad doing there?" he whispered. "Does n't he know school is over?"
"How should I know?" she answered, though a glint of fun in her eyes showed she was not without her suspicion as to the reason of Patsy's presence.
"You might ask him what he wants," she suggested encouragingly.
"I will," said Moore, approaching the interrupter of his wooing with a disapproving expression upon his face.
"Look here, my son, don't you know school is dismissed?"
"Yis, sir," replied Patsy, loudly.
"And yet you are still here?"
"Yis, sir."
"Bad luck to you, can't you say anything but 'Yis, sir'?"