He had not a kick left in him.
"That's better," said the young master when they were done.

"Now sit down and have some tea." It was a solemn meal.

Mr Stratton went quietly on with his meal, looking up now and then to see that his guest was supplied with bread and butter and cake and biscuits.

Wally was equally silent.

He felt sore against the master, but he liked his cake--and the tea was "tip- top." The ceremony came to an end about the same time as the cake, and then Mr Stratton said, pointing to the papers-- "You can put them in the fire now, Wheatfield." Wally obeyed with grim satisfaction.
"Thanks.