"Fred Ripley, you accused Dick Prescott of playing off a lame hand.

I know how his hand became crippled.

Dick wanted me to promise not to tell how it happened, but now I'm going to.
Wait and you can hear, both of you." "I don't want to, I'm sure," rejoined Clara, with a toss of her head.

"Come along, Fred." This pair of students walked away together.

They always did, after school was out.