I've got a good notion to have a talk with Dominie Pettigrew, and spin him the whole painful story.
He might find a way to separate Brother Lu from his quarry." "Take my advice, Thad, and wait a little longer," Hugh told him.
"Tomorrow will be Saturday and we play Belleville again in the afternoon.

Besides, didn't he tell us it was going to be Matilda's birthday, and that he and Andrew had fixed it to surprise her a little?
Well, don't say anything to the Parson until next week, and by that time perhaps we'll know a heap more than we do now." Thad looked keenly at the speaker, but Hugh kept a straight face.

If a glimmering suspicion that Hugh might know of something he was averse to confiding to even his best chum darted through Thad's mind just then he allowed it to slip past.
"All right, Hugh, I guess it won't do any harm to hold up a few more days.

Matilda has stood it so long now that it isn't going to hurt her to endure another week or so of her brother's company, and his appetite in the bargain.

I'll try and forget all about it in thinking of our game with Belleville.