To his aunt's remonstrance it seemed to Harry a sufficient reply that Billy was a "brick" and a shining "quarter" on the school Rugby team.
"But, Harry, think of his people!" urged his aunt.
"Oh, rot!" replied her irreverent nephew; "I don't play with his people." "Yes, but Harry, you don't expect to make him your friend ?" "But he is my friend, and I don't care what his people are.

Besides, I think his governor is a fine old boy, and I know he gives us jolly good taffy." "But, Harry," answered his aunt, in despair, "you are positively dreadful.

Why can't you make friends in your own set?
There is Hubert Evans and the Langford boys." "Evans!" snorted Harry, with contempt; "beastly snob, and the Langfords are regular Mollies!" Whereupon Miss St.Clair gave up her nephew as impossible.

But Billie did not repeat his visit to his friend Harry's home.

Miss Frances St.Clair had a way of looking through her pince-nez that even a boy could understand and would seek to avoid.
With Maimie, Miss St.Clair achieved better results.