I don't like to ask mother." Thomas's eyes opened in surprise.

This was a new thing in Hughie.
"I'll ask your mother," he said, at length.

"Get in with me here." Still Hughie hesitated.

To get away from school was joy enough, to go with Thomas to the potato planting was more than could be hoped for.

But still he stood making pictures in the dust with his bare toes.
"There's Fusie," he said, "and Davie Scotch." "Well," said Thomas, catching sight of those worthies through the trees, "let them come, too." Fusie was promptly willing, but Davie was doubtful.