could be here in Gridley." "There's Bert Dodge," whispered Prescott.
"It was hardly worth the trouble to tell me anything about him," retorted Holmes, not taking the trouble to look at their ancient enemy.
"But what a scowl the fellow is wearing," smiled Dick, half in amusement.
"Scowling is his highest pleasure in life," returned Greg.
"He looked at me," continued Dick, as though he had discovered some new reason for hating me." "If he knew how little thought you gave to him he wouldn't really take the trouble to hate you.

Dodge has far more reason to dislike himself.

Where are you heading now ?" "Home and to the store," replied Dick.

"I just saw the postman leaving.

Come along." As Dick and his chum entered, both his father and mother were behind the counter.
"Dr.Davidson and his wife are in the back room," announced Mrs.
Prescott.