"It's quite right of him to tell the truth." With which highly moral pronouncement the Modern senior strolled away.
Lickford was too much engrossed by a sudden influx of customers to improve the occasion; and Fisher minor, who never enjoyed ginger-beer less in his life, was allowed to depart in peace to meditate on the evil of his ways, and the possible hot water he had been preparing for his brother.
He had sense enough to reflect that he had better make a clean breast of it to his brother at once.
To his surprise, the latter took the news that Dangle had heard of the deficiency in the accounts more quietly than he had expected.
"I do wish you'd hold your tongue out of doors about things that don't concern you," said he.
"Will Dangle get you into a row ?" asked Fisher minor.
"Dangle?
I'm not responsible to him more than to any one else.

The money's lost; and unless I can find it or make out where the mistake comes in, I shall have to stump up--that's all." "But, I say, you haven't got money enough," said the boy.
"I know that, you young duffer." "Whatever will you do ?" Fisher major laughed.
"I shan't steal it, if that's any comfort to you; and I shan't cook the accounts." "I say, I wonder if Rollitt could lend it you.

He must have some money, for he paid for Widow Wisdom's new boat, you know." "I heard of that.

I wish I saw my way to paying my debts as well as he did." "I say, shall I ask him ?" "Certainly not.

The best thing you can do is to shut up." Fisher minor felt very grateful to his brother for not thrashing him, and went in to afternoon school meekly, though out of spirits.
"Well," said D'Arcy, as he took his place, "what's the latest?
Who are you going to get into a mess now! Has Yorke been swindling anybody lately, or Ranger been getting tight! You're bound to have some story about somebody." "I didn't mean-- It's not wicked to lose money," pleaded Fisher minor.
"I never thought--" "That's just it," said Wally.