"We housed you while it was necessary, but now there's a chance to get back to your uncle's, so you may as well go." "I don't want----" "Never mind about that," Dick continued firmly.

"You'll be better off at your uncle's, and Constable Dock is headed that way." "But my uncle doesn't want me," whined Hen.
"Then why should you think we can endure you, Hen, if your uncle can't ?" demanded Tom Reade, with a short laugh.
"Don't keep the constable waiting, Hen," Dick pressed him.

"Get your motion started." "Oh, well, if you fellows want to be mean, I suppose I'll have to go," faltered Hen.

"But I was enjoying myself here." "You'll enjoy yourself better still with your aunt," Dick urged with a smile.

"Besides, you'll have your aunt's good cooking and a real bed to sleep in.