And stick to it! Will you ?" "Yes, sir; that is, I--I'll do my best." "Good!" Mr.Daley held out a hand, smiling.

"Shake hands on it, Edwards.
You may not believe it, but half of--er--doing a thing consists of making up your mind to it! Well, that's all, I think.

Er--you'd better look me up this evening and we'll settle about that French.

Good-bye.
Hope I haven't made you late for dinner." Steve drew a deep breath outside the door, puckered his lips and whistled softly, but it was a thoughtful whistle; as thoughtful as it was tuneless, and it lasted him all the way upstairs and into his room.
Tom had gone, evidently having wearied of waiting for his friend to accompany him to dinner.

Steve's own appetite was calling pretty loudly, but, having slipped the blue-book out of sight under a pile on the table, he dropped into his chair, drew a sheet of paper to him and began on the schedule.