I see that, now.

Well, it shall all change! You shall have a different kind of home." Fred began to quake.

He knew that his father, when in a mood like this, was not to be trifled with.
"You---you don't mean jail ?" gasped the boy with a yellow streak in him.
"No; I don't; at least, not this time," retorted his father.
"But, let me see.

You spoke of an engagement to do something this afternoon.

What was it ?" "_I was_ to have pitched in the game against Cedarville High School." "Go on, then, and do it," replied his father.
"I---I can't pitch, now.