He spoke very quietly, but he was much exercised over what had happened.
"Can ye pay me anythin' now ?" asked Mr.Hodge eagerly, rubbing his shins, which, to tell the truth, were only slightly bruised and did not hurt him in the least now.
"I could give you two dollars.

But first I want to ask Bob if he is responsible for this." To his sorrow Mr.Henderson did not have much doubt of it.
"Oh, I guess he won't deny it," said the storekeeper.
"Did you do this, Bob ?" inquired his father.
"I--I guess so, but I didn't mean anything." Bob was not so happy over his prank as he had been at first.
Mr.Henderson said nothing.

He took two dollars from his wallet--a wallet that did not have any too much money in it--and handed the bills to the storekeeper, who eagerly pocketed them.
"When kin ye give me some more ?" he asked.
"Next week.

I am sorry, Mr.Hodge, that my son did this." "So am I.

But I s'pose boys will be boys." Mr.Hodge seemed in better mood.