“Come, old boy, give it me,” said Fred, putting out his hand.

“Will you let me ride on your horse today?” said Ben, rendering up the whip, with an air of not being obliged to do it.

“Not today⁠—another time. I am not riding my own horse.”

“Shall you see Mary today?”

“Yes, I think so,” said Fred, with an unpleasant twinge.

“Tell her to come home soon, and play at forfeits, and make fun.”

“Enough, enough, Ben! run away,” said Mrs. Garth, seeing that Fred was teased.