I suppose Arch is right, but I don't blame Charlie a bit for liking to be with the others sometimes, they are such a jolly set," and Steve shook his head morally, even while his eye twinkled over the memory of some of the exploits of the "jolly set." "Oh, dear me!" sighed Rose, "I don't see what I can do about it, but I wish the boys would make up, for Prince can't come to any harm with Archie, he's so good and sensible." "That's the trouble; Arch preaches, and Prince won't stand it.

He told Arch he was a prig and a parson, and Arch told him he wasn't a gentleman.

My boots! weren't they both mad, though! I thought for a minute they'd pitch into one another and have it out.

Wish they had, and not gone stalking round stiff and glum ever since.

Mac and I settle our rows with a bat or so over the head, and then we are all right." Rose couldn't help laughing as Steve sparred away at a fat sofa-pillow, to illustrate his meaning; and, having given it several scientific whacks, he pulled down his cuffs and smiled upon her with benign pity for her feminine ignorance of this summary way of settling a quarrel.
"What droll things boys are!" she said, with a mixture of admiration and perplexity in her face, which Steve accepted as a compliment to his sex.
"We're a pretty clever invention, miss, and you can't get on without us," he answered, with his nose in the air.