As it happened, he met Horace, looking comparatively cheerful, with some papers in his hand.
"Hullo, Reg," said he; "have they promoted you to a `printer's devil' too?
Fancy what Bland would say if he saw us! Never mind, there's four hours gone, and in about another six we shall be home with mother again." "I shall be home before then," said Reg.

"I'm going now.

I can't stand it, Horace." Horace stared at his brother in consternation.
"Oh, Reg, old man, you mustn't; really you mustn't.

Do let's stick together, however miserable it is.

It's sure to seem worse at first." "It's all very well for you, Horace, doing messenger work.