"And chum it there."
"All right."
"And I wish," Wilfred looked steadily into the blue eyes gazing into his, "I hadn't done it—dallied over those old skates—but minded father."
St. George bit his lip, but yet he would not preach.
"I'll give you my word it's the last time I'll ever get caught that way."
The blue eyes leaped into sudden fire, and Wilfred's hand was wrung hard.
"All right, old fellow."
A GAME OF ENGLISH HISTORY.
