"I guess we don't want any more of Mr.Durkin's bargains." "Still, this 'Morris' chair turned out pretty well," said Tom, settling himself in it with a book.

"And perhaps if we had that thing you'd keep your shoes looking better." "Well, there's one thing about my shoes," returned Steve good-naturedly, "and that is the heels are blacked.

Which is more than you can say of yours, my smart young friend." Tom was about to deny the imputation when footsteps sounded in the corridor and there came a knock on the door.
"Come in," said Tom very politely.

That step could only be Mr.Daley's, he thought.

And when the door opened he found his surmise correct.