"I don't know.

Suppose they refuse to let me go!" "How can they?
They have no real control over you." "No,--but I'd hate to go against their expressed disapproval." "Nonsense! This is your first chance at a career.

Don't muff it, now! Why, just your skill at archery is enough to put you over! It's the very place for you! Western doings, riding, shooting, lassoing, all sorts of bareback, daredevil stunts--" "I know--I know.

Yes, I'll be there to-morrow.

You go, now,--here comes my cousin." With a quick glance at Farnsworth, who was approaching, the man walked swiftly away.
"Who is he ?" Bill asked, as he came up to Azalea.
"Friend of mine," she answered, gaily.
"What's his name ?" "That's telling!" "I know it is, and I expect to be told." "People don't always get all they expect." "Don't trifle with me, Azalea; I'm not in a trifling mood.