I'll write to your father that you're out of these things at your boarding-house.

We _buy_ all our groceries, where we live." "I never touched a thing," roared Joe.

"Somebody put 'em in my pockets." "Don't say any thing more, Joseph," said Ford calmly.

"If you don't get enough to eat, come over to our house: we won't let you starve.

Give you all the bluing you want too." They did not seem to need any just then; and there was such a crowd of boys gathering that they were glad to take Ford's advice, and hurry away.