"He is an impudent, obstinate puppy! In my opinion he meant to steal that book." "I asked him the price, and told him I wanted to buy it," added Bobby, still averting his face.
"Well, I told him; and he said it was too high." "He asked me twenty-five cents for it." "Is this true, Timmins ?" asked Mr.Bayard, sternly.
"No, sir, I told him fourpence," replied Timmins boldly.
"By gracious! What a whopper!" exclaimed Bobby, startled out of his propriety by this monstrous lie.

"He said twenty-five cents; and I told him I could buy one up in Riverdale, where I came from, for six cents.

Can you deny that ?" "It's a lie!" protested Timmins.
"Riverdale," said Mr.Bayard.

"Are you from Riverdale, boy ?" "Yes, sir, I am; and if you will look on your memorandum book you will find my name there." "Bless me! I am sure I have seen that face before," exclaimed Mr.
Bayard, as he grasped the hand of Bobby, much to the astonishment and consternation of Mr.Timmins.

You are--" "Robert Bright, sir." "My brave little fellow! I am heartily glad to see you;" and the bookseller shook the hand he held with hearty good will.