"Where shall we go ?" "Just opposite.

They've got fine soda water across the street." The boys drank their soda water, and started to go home.
"Suppose we go in somewhere and have a game of billiards ?" suggested Conrad.
"I don't play," answered Ben.
"I'll teach you; come along," urged Conrad.
"It is getting late, and I would rather not." "I suppose you go to roost with the chickens in the country ?" sneered Conrad.

You'll learn better in the city--if you stay." "There is another reason," continued Ben.

"I suppose it costs money to play billiards, and I have none to spare." "Only twenty-five cents a game." "It will be cheaper to go to bed." "You won't do anything a fellow wants you to," grumbled Conrad.

"You needn't be so mean, when you are getting ten dollars a week." "I have plenty to do with my money, and I want to save up something every week." On the whole the boys did not take to each other.