"Put that out of your head, Sam; or if you don't fancy the sea, have
it out at once."
"O Papa! please listen. You know, though Miss Fosbrook is very
jolly, we couldn't help getting nohow when you were away, US two
particularly."
"You have no mischief to confess, surely, Sam?" said his father,
really imagining that this preference to Hal was acting on him so as
to make him mention some concealed misdemeanour; "if you have, you
know truth is the best line."
"But I haven't, Papa," said Sam, looking up, quite surprised. "You
know I am a year older, and couldn't help caring more; and Miss
Fosbrook is so nice, one couldn't bother her; but you see the
Grevilles WOULD put it into Hal's head that it was stupid and like a
girl to mind her. It is all their fault; and they were sneaks about
the turkey-cock, and wouldn't pay--and I know he would have ended by
putting the money back when he could, only Davie made such a row
before he could; and he did so reckon on the navy--he would pay it
back the first thing." The last sentences came between gasps, very
like sobs.
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