Then his elbows were on his knees and his chin was in his hands, as he stared straight before him from out of the tilt of the big cart.
"Why, what's the matter, Bob ?" I said.
"Nothing." "Why, there must be something or you wouldn't look like that.

What is it ?" "Oh, I don't know; only that we're going home." "Well, aren't you glad ?" "Glad?
No, not I.

What is there to be glad about?
I haven't forgotten last holidays." "What do you mean ?" said Bigley and I in a breath.
"Oh, wasn't I always getting in rows, because you two fellows took me out and got me in trouble.

I haven't forgotten about that old suit of clothes." "But I say, Bob," I cried, "didn't you do your part of getting into trouble ?" "Oh, I don't know.

Don't bother, I'm sick of it.