He'll have a good chance, seeing you're right there at the house all the while.
I wouldn't be in your shoes for a penny." Spite of its making him a great greeney, Edward did not know what a prig was; but, judging from his companion's tone, he decided that it must be something very disagreeable.

He went home feeling cross and uncomfortable, wishing that Ray were anybody in the world rather than Mr.
Minturn's son, or anywhere else rather than at home.

He was beginning to have such a nice time there; they were all so kind to him, and really seemed to like him.

It was too bad to have it all spoiled.
"I know what kind of a fellow he is," he muttered to himself; "he's like that Mr.Symonds who comes to the store twice a week or so after kid gloves, and acts as if he thought he was a great deal too good to ask me a decent question.

My! I wish he was in Texas." The dining-room was a blaze of light when he peeped in, soon after the family were gathered waiting for Mr.Minturn.The newcomer sat on the sofa, one arm around little Alice, and the other resting gently on his mother's lap.