I--I think I'll tell him, Steve." "You keep out of it," answered Steve roughly.

"What's the use of having any more talk about it?
He's got the book and there's no harm done." Tom considered a moment.

Then, "You're certain ?" he asked.
"Certain of what ?" "That--that it's all right, that he doesn't blame you for it." "Oh, he knows I did it, but he doesn't mind.

What time is it ?" "A quarter past ten.

What are you doing ?" Steve was ripping his bed to pieces.