There was little room for argument, and none for compromise.

"He has a deucedly awkward conscience too," said Jack French, "and it is apt to get working long shifts." Would he show his sister-in-law's letter?
It might be good tactics, but that last page would not help him much, and besides he shrank from introducing her name into the argument.
As he approached Wakota, he was impatient with himself that he was so keenly conscious of the need of arguments to support his appeal.
He rode straight to the school, and was surprised to find Brown sitting there alone, with a shadow on his usually cheery face.
"Hello, Brown!" he cried, as he entered the building, "another holiday, eh! Seems to me you get more than your share." "No," said Brown, "it is not holidays at all.

It is a breaking up." "What's the row, epidemic of measles or something ?" "I only wish it were," said Brown; "small-pox would not be too bad." Brown's good-natured face was smiling, but his tone told of gloom in his heart.
"What's up, Brown ?" asked French.
"I'm blue, I'm depressed, I'm in a funk.

It is my constitutional weakness that I cannot stand--" "Oh, let it go at that, Brown, and get on with the facts.

But come out into the light.