Now, you may return to your dinner.

Be good enough to tell your mother that I will be at table within fifteen minutes.

Present my apologies to your mother for not having been more prompt.

Now---go!" Bert Dodge left his father with the feeling that he resembled an unjustly whipped dog.
"So I've got to go away and rusticate somewhere for the summer, have I ?" wondered Bert angrily.

"And all on account of such a gang of muckers as the fellows who call themselves Dick & Co.!" Nor did young Bayliss fare any better on his return home that night.