"Oh, I remember, you're one of the pious boys,"
"I'm too pious to take money that doesn't belong to me, if that's
what you mean," said Harry.
This was a very innocent remark; but Luke, remembering how he had
kept Harry's pocketbook, chose to interpret it as a fling to himself.
"Do you mean that for me?" he demanded, angrily.
"Mean what for you?"
"That about keeping other people's money."
"I wasn't talking about you at all. I was talking about myself."
"You'd better not insult me," said Luke, still suspicious.
"I'm not in the habit of insulting anybody."
"I don't believe in people that set themselves up to be so much
better than everybody else."
"Do you mean that for me?" asked Harry, smiling.
"Yes, I do. What are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing, except to deny that I make any such claims. Shall you
come round to the hall, to-night?"
"Perhaps so."
"Then I shall see you. I must be going now."
He went out, leaving Luke vainly deploring the loss of the five
dollars which he had so foolishly squandered in paying his debt.
CHAPTER XXIX
IN THE PRINTING OFFICE
"Harry," said the professor, after breakfast the next morning, "I
find we must get some more bills printed. You may go round to the
office of the Centreville Gazette, and ask them how soon they can
print me a hundred large bills and a thousand small ones.
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