Yet Mr.Pollock is---er---Cantwell---er---that is, a bit 'touchy.' No matter if Pollock's reporter is a schoolboy, if we treated the boy with any lack of consideration, then Pollock would most certainly take umbrage at what he would choose to consider a slight upon himself, received through his representative.

So at these Board meetings, young Prescott will have to be treated with as much courtesy as though he were really a man, for Pollock's hostility would be most disastrous to us---er---to some of us, possibly, I mean.

But, really, young Prescott is a most bright and enterprising young fellow, anyway---a very likable boy.

_You_ like him, don't you, Cantwell ?" "Ye-e-es," admitted the principal, though he added grimly under his breath: "I like him so well that I could eat him, right now, if I had a little Worcestershire sauce to make him more palatable." "The Board will please come to order," summoned Chairman Stone, rapping the table with his gavel.

"Mr.Reporter, have you good light over at your table." "Excellent, thank you, Mr.Chairman," Dick replied.
"Er---aren't you going to stay, Cantwell ?" demanded Gadsby, as the principal turned to leave the room.
"No; the fact is---I---well, I want to consider my statement a little more before I offer it to the Board.