Good-bye.

I'll come if I can.

I wish I was you, or old Bigley, or somebody else." "Or back at school," I said laughing.
"Yes, or back at school," he said quite seriously; and then his arm was grasped by his father.
"Just as if I was a patient," he grumbled to me next day.

"Father don't like me.

He only thinks I am a nuisance, and he's glad when I'm going back to school.