Norman argued the point; but George’s expression bespoke a determination which was not to be shaken, and the others sided with him. The former tutor was, therefore, forced to yield.
“By the way, Norman, what makes Pierre dislike you so much?” asked the rich boy, presently.
“Pierre heard me discussing the French, one evening, and not understanding English very well, he thought, quite mistakenly, that I had referred to la belle France in slighting terms,” answered Norman, with a smile. “He is excitable, and I couldn’t convince him of his error.”
“That’s Pierre, all over,” grunted George. “Say, how did you get along with Uncle Dan, yesterday?”
“Not at all; he explained that I need not call again.”
“It’s a downright shame.”
“I suppose you were surprised to see me here?”
“You bet I was.”
“The boys persuaded me to keep on; and it didn’t take much persuasion, either, for I want to see my old alma mater, near Albany.”
“I tell you, fellows, I feel like a bird out of a cage,” said George, stepping to the door. “Look at these duds—it’s roughing it with a vengeance, eh? Wait till Uncle Dan’s eyes rest on ’em. For goodness’ sake, Jack, get the old scow moving.”