You know boys always like such things." "Oh, 'twasn't Billy I was worrying about," retorted Bertram.

"It was you--and the spiders." "Not much you worry about me--or anything else," replied William, good-humoredly.

"There! how does that look ?" he finished, as he carefully picked his way down the stepladder.
"Fine!--er--only rather warlike, maybe, with the guns and that riotous confusion of knives and scimitars over the chiffonier.

But then, maybe you're intending Billy for a soldier; eh ?" "Do you know?
I AM getting interested in that boy," beamed William, with some excitement.

"What kind of things do you suppose he does like ?" "There's no telling.