"Anyhow, I'll sleep on it," and he went to bed.
He got up in the morning, firmly resolved to break his engagement with
ANN.
"She was only bluffing me last night," he said. "She daren't tell
CUPID." But he didn't feel easy for all that.
After breakfast he took his hat and started out.
"Where are you bound, JEFF?" inquired ARCHIBALD.
"Anywhere," was the reply. "Come along."
JEFFRY was awful dull company, so Archibald thought. He took very large
chews of tobacco, and expectorated freely into the eyes of the small
boys whom they chanced to meet, and if he didn't make a good shot, he
swore awfully. Once he went away across a field on purpose to kick a
very small dog, and ARCHIBALD waited for him.
"Why, JEFFRY," said ARCHIBALD, "what ails you? You're awfully down in
the mouth this morning."
"And so you'd be if you was in my boots," was the reply.
And then he up and told ARCHIBALD the whole story.
The latter was so thoroughly dumbfounded that a decently-smart boy could
have blown him over without any apparent effort.
"Why, JEFF," said he, "only to think of it. Ain't it awful? And ANN
BRUMMET, too; ain't I glad it ain't me, though."
"That's no way to console a fellow, you fool," said JEFFRY. "You'd
better offer to help me out of the scrape."
"Why, so I will, of course," said ARCHIBALD.
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