I've done my compo, and shall have just time before I go out for a tramp with Gus," said Frank, putting by a neat page to dry, for he studied every day like a conscientious lad as he was.
"Don't know it.

Not going to try till next week.

Grind away over your old Greek as much as you like, but don't bother me," answered Jack, frowning at the mere thought of the detested lesson.
But Frank adored his Xenophon, and would not see his old friend, Caesar, neglected without an effort to defend him; so he confiscated the gum-pot, and effectually stopped the stamp business by whisking away at one fell swoop all that lay on Jill's table.
"Now then, young man, you will quit this sort of nonsense and do your lesson, or you won't see these fellows again in a hurry.

You asked me to hear you, and I'm going to do it; here's the book." Frank's tone was the dictatorial one, which Jack hated and always found hard to obey, especially when he knew he ought to do it.

Usually, when his patience was tried, he strode about the room, or ran off for a race round the garden, coming back breathless, but good-tempered.