"If you were a thoroughly good fellow, wholly on the level, like Badger, Thomp, Purcell, or any one of scores of fellows that we know, then I'd hate to know that you didn't like me.

But, as to the kind of fellow you've sometimes shown yourself to be, Fred, I've been really glad that I wasn't your sort and didn't appeal to you." At this style of talk the sophomore seemed all but crushed with mortification.
"Come, Fred," pursued Dick, not waiting for the other to answer, "be a different sort of chap.

Make up your mind to go through the High School, and through life afterwards, dealing with everybody on the square.

Be pleasant and honest---be a high-class fellow---and everyone will like you and seek your friendship.
That's all I've got to say." "It's quite enough to say," retorted Ripley, but he spoke in a low voice that had in it no trace of combative energy.
"Well, boys, how are matters going ?" asked Lawyer Ripley, reentering.
"Fred, have you remedied your boorishness by thanking Prescott ?" "Oh, yes, he has thanked me," Dick replied, cheerily.

"And we've been chatting about---some other matters.