Peter. Set him right! Not I. I scolded about the hard lesson, too.
John. There, that’s the reason he was so positive. He said you had got the same lesson he had.
Peter. But I never told him so; I only let him think so.
John. Ah, Peter, do you think that is right?
Peter. To be sure it is. Don’t you know he is at the head of the class, and I am next, and if I get him down to-day, I am sure of the medal? A poor chance I should have had, if he had not made such a blunder.
John. Lucky for you, but very unlucky for him; and I must say, I don’t call it fair behavior in you, Peter Sly!
Peter. I don’t care what you call it, John. It is none of your affair, as I see; let every fellow look out for himself, and the sharpest one will be the best off.
John. Not in the end, Peter. You are in at the great end of the horn, now; for, by one trick or another, you are almost always above the rest of us. But if you don’t come out at the little end, and come out pretty small too, I am mistaken, that is all. Here comes poor George, and I shall spoil your trick, Mr. Peter.
Peter. That you may, now, as soon as you please. If he can get the right lesson decently in half an hour, he is the eighth wonder of the world. I shall have him down, I am sure of that.
(Enter George Gracie.)