He would show his father that he could do his share of the world's work, he thought as he walked along--he would show him.
By the time he reached the school he had his whole plan worked out definitely.

Nothing remained but to put it through.

It was the noon hour, and he passed in to his room and packed up his books unnoticed.
Coming out through the yard, he encountered Fred and Charley.
"What 's up ?" Charley asked.
"Nothing," Joe grunted.
"What are you doing there ?" "Taking my books home, of course.

What did you suppose I was doing ?" "Come, come," Fred interposed.

"Don't be so mysterious.