"I'll--I'll have them send up for it.

I wouldn't have you go way down there with it for anything." "Pshaw! that's no walk; besides, if you have them send, it will be some time to-morrow afternoon before you get it back." "I sha'n't really need it before then," answered the lad earnestly.
"You might," said Neil.

There was such a tone of finality in the reply that the boy on the seat yielded, but for an instant drew his face into a pucker of perplexity.
"Thank you," he said; "it's awfully nice of you to take so much trouble." "I can't see that," Neil replied.

"I don't see how I could do any less.
By the way, what's your name, if you don't mind ?" "Sydney Burr." "Burr?
That's why you were stuck there up the road," laughed Neil.
"We're in the same class, aren't we ?" "Yes." At the middle entrance of Walton Hall Neil helped Burr on to his crutches, and would have assisted him up the steps had he not objected.
"Please don't," he said, flushing slightly.

"I can get up all right; I do it every day.