My study's badly off for dusting." "I'm very sorry, Pledge; I really hadn't time." "No?
Busy reading the police news, I suppose, and seeing how young gentlemen behave themselves in the dock ?" Heathcote flushed up, though from a very different cause from that which his senior suspected.

In the new terror about Tom White, the youngster had forgotten all about Webster's pencil-case.
"You're going it, Georgie," said the monitor; "the inevitable result of bad company.

You'll want me to go bail for you after all." "I don't know what you are talking about," said the boy, with a confusion that belied the words.
"Well, I may be able to pull you through it better than you think, though, of course, I'm not such a great gun as Dick.

However, what I want you for now is to go and post this letter at the head office." "Why, it's half-past eight," said Heathcote.
"Wonderful! and the post goes at nine!" "But I mean I shall get in a row for going out." "Wonderful again! If anyone asks you, say I told you to go.

Look alive!" Heathcote took the letter mechanically and went.