"I've got six shillings saved up." "No, that won't be fair," said Vince; "I want to pay as near half as I can." "Well, but you want to buy some hooks and lines, and I shall use those as much as I like." "Of course," said Vince, as Mike followed his example and let himself sink back on the soft turf, to lie gazing up at the blue sky overhead; "but it won't be the same.

I helped poke the hole in the boat, and I mean to pay half.

I tell you what: we'll pay for the damage together, and then you'll have enough left to pay for the fishing lines, and I can use them." "Well, won't that be just the same ?" "No; of course not," said Vince.

"The lines will be yours, and you won't be able to bounce about, some day when you're in an ill-temper, and say you were obliged to pay for mending the boat." "Very well; have it that way," said Mike.
"And we ought to go over and see the old man, and tell him what we did." "He doesn't want any telling.

He has found it out long enough ago.
There was the sail rolled up anyhow, too.