Now, I can find plenty of fun of a sort that will not harm me, or bring----" "I thought you weren't going to preach," interrupted the dark-haired boy, impatiently.

"Let me give you a text: 'Thou shalt not put an enemy into thy mouth to steal away thy brain,' or something of the sort.

Now, go ahead and spout, old man." Frank's face grew red, and he bit his lip.

He saw that Hodge was in a most unpleasant humor, and so he forced a laugh.
"What's the matter with you to-day, Bart ?" he asked.

"I haven't seen you this way for a long time." "Oh, there's nothing the matter." "It must be staying up nights.