Tom closed his book with a sigh of relief and met his chum's gaze.
"Going to tackle that composition now ?" he asked encouragingly.
"I guess so," answered Steve carelessly.

"Are you through ?" "Yes.

I think I'll run over to Harry's a minute.

I suppose you won't come." "Not likely, with this pesky thing to do." Steve sank into his chair, picked up a pencil and drummed irritably on the table.

"Maybe, though," he went on after a moment, "I'll get up early and do it.