Thirty from a hundred leaves seventy.

They cost you seventy cents each--didn't they ?" "Sixty-seven," replied Bobby, yielding the point.
"Enough said, Bob; I am going into that business, any how." "I am willing." "Of course you are; suppose we go together," suggested Tom, who had not used all this conciliation without having a purpose in view.
"We could do nothing together." "I should like to get out with you just once, only to see how it is done." "You can find out for yourself, as I did." "Don't be mean, Bob." "Mean?
I am not mean." "I don't say you are.

We have always been good friends, you know." Bobby did not know it; so he looked at the other with a smile which expressed all he meant to say.
"You hit me a smart dig the other day, I know; but I don't mind that.
I was in the wrong then, and I am willing to own it," continued Tom, with an appearance of humility.
This was an immense concession for Tom to make, and Bobby was duly affected by it.

Probably it was the first time the bully had ever owned he was in the wrong.
"The fact is, Bob, I always liked you; and you know I licked Ben Dowse for you." "That was two for yourself and one for me; besides, I didn't want Ben thrashed." "But he deserved it.

Didn't he tell the master you were whispering in school ?" "I was whispering; so he told the truth." "It was mean to blow on a fellow, though." "The master asked him if I whispered to him; of course he ought not to lie about it.