I don't believe they'll try, anyway," Dick answered thoughtfully.

"It wouldn't be very nice for Fred to have his father find out how his son spends his time and pocket money." Dave drove back to Main Street, letting Dick off at his corner.
Down the side street a few doors and into the bookshop he hurried.
"Back again ?" was Mr.Prescott's greeting.

"What was the matter---the volume not satisfactory!" "No such party at the address," his son answered.

"But I think I can explain why the order was 'phoned in." Dick then proceeded to narrate what had happened.

His father listened with growing anger.
"What a low, worthless trick that was to play," he cried.